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Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus,  1915 


GUNSAULUS 

Here  have  I  come,  alone,  to  mourn  my  Friend 
And  yours,  O  ye  who  dwell  immortally 
In  this  loved  "Poets'  Corner";  for  'tis  ye 
That  should  to  my  lone  grief  your  presence  lend, 
Ye,  who  the  most  enduring  words  have  penned 
In  memory  of  friends.   O  sing  for  me 
Of  him,  who's  worthy  in  the  company 
Of  those  you've  sung,  eternity  to  spend. 
"He  knew,  himself,  to  build  the  lofty  rhyme," 

But,  better  still,  he  knew  the  spirit's  speech 
With  which  to  stir  the  men  of  his  own  time; 

He  knew  the  flaming  word  to  preach  and  teach. 
"The  Word  made  Flesh" — his  Master's  mystery; 
"The  Flesh  made  Word,"  this  was  his  ministry. 

John  H.  Finley. 
Westminster  Abbey 
April  3,  1921. 


3n  iWtmoriam 


FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


1856-1921 


CHICAGO,  ILLINOIS 
1921 


Copyright,  1921 

BY 

Mrs.  F.  W.  Gunsatjltjs 


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CONTENTS 

Sonnet 

Dr.  John  H.  Finley iii 

Introductory  Tribute 

Dr.  S.  Parkes  Cadman  of  Central  Church,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y.   .        .      1 

Funeral  Oration,  March  19,  1921 

Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey  of  Hyde  Park  Baptist  Church,  Chicago.     12 

Funeral  Oration,  March  19,  1921 

Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shannon  of  Central  Church,  Chicago  .        .        .23 

Prayer 

Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey  of  Hyde  Park  Baptist  Church,  Chicago.  .  32 

Biographical  Data 34 

Memorial  Address,  Central  Church,  April  3,  1921. 

Dr.  Newell  D.  Hillis  of  Plymouth  Church,  Brooklyn       .        .        .34 

Memorial  Addresses 

Delivered  at  Memorial  Service,  Auditorium,  Chicago,  April  24, 1921 

Introductory  Remarks 

By  Chairman  Hon.  Frank  O.  Lowden 42 

Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Minister 

Bishop  Frank  Bristol  of  the  Methodist  Church  .        .        .        .44 

Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Educator 

Professor  Louis   C.   Monin,   Dean  of    Armour  Institute  of 
Technology 53 

Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Art  Lover 

Charles  L.  Hutchinson,  President  of  Board  of  Trustees  of  the 
Art  Institute  of  Chicago 63 

Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Citizen 

Edgar  A.  Bancroft,  Illinois  Bar  Association         .        .        .        -  73 

Resolutions  Adopted,  Read  By 

Bernard  E.  Sunny,  President  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  of 
Central  Church,  Chicago 83 

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CONTENTS 


Memorial  Address 

Delivered  at  Ohio  Wesleyean  University,  June  12,  1921 

Dr.  Clarence  T.  Brown,  Pastor  of  Austin  Congregational 

Church 88 

Speech  of  Presentation  op  Bronze  Memorial  Tablet 

Gift  of  the  Associated  Fire  Underwriters  of  the  United  States, 
Oct.  5,  1921 

Wellington  R.  Townley 99 

Speech  of  Acceptance  on  Behalf  of  the  Armour  Institute 
OF  Technology. 

Dean  Howard  Raymond,  Acting  President 101 

Resolutions 

American  Association  of  Engineers 105 

Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  Board  of  Trustees       .        .        .  105 

Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  Faculty 106 

Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  Alumni 107 

Armour  Mission,  Mystique  Pleasure  Club 108 

Arion  Musical  Club 108 

Art  Institute  of  Chicago 70 

Brown  Memorial  Presbyterian  Church 109 

Brown  University  Club  of  Chicago 110 

Cecilian  Choir 108 

Central  Church              110 

Chicago  Association  of  Commerce 117 

Chicago  Church  Federation 118 

Chicago  Congregational  Club 120 

Chicago  Congregational  Ministerial  Union 122 

Delta  Tau  Delta,  Armour  Chapter 124 

Field  Museum  of  Natural  History,  Board  of  Trustees      .  .125 

Field  Museum  of  Natural  History,  Department  of  Anthropology  126 

First  Congregational  Church  of  Austin 126 

First  Presbyterian  Church 127 

Johns  Hopkins  University — Northwestern  Alumni  Association  128 

Kehilath  Anshe  Mayriv 129 

McCormick  Thelogical  Seminary 129 

Memorial  Exercises  in  Auditorium 83 

Ohio  Wesleyan  University 130 

Phi  Kappa  Sigma,  Alpha  Epsilon  Chapter 131 

University  of  Chicago 132 

Young  Men's  Christian  Association  of  Chicago       ....  133 

Sonnet 

Beatrice  Gunsaulus  Merriman 134 

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LIST  OF  PLATES 

Facing  Page 

Frontispiece.     1915 ■       .        .    iii 

Portrait  by  Louis  Betts,     1902 44 

Owned  by  the  Art  Institute  of  Chicago. 

Portrait  by  Arvid  Nyholm.     1920 63 

Owned  by  the  Ohio  Wesleyan  University. 

Portrait — Taken  in  Athletic  Field  of  Armour  Institute  of  Technology 
on  the  occasion  of  the  departure  of  the  1st  Company  of  Armour 
Engineers  for  France,  and  the  reading  of  America's  answer  to 
Germany,  "Give  me  your  sword."     1918. 73 

Memorial  Tablet — 1921 99 

Owned  by  the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology. 


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INTRODUCTORY  TRIBUTE 

By  S.  Parkes  Cadman 


I  WOULD  fain  convey  to  others  wlio  were  not  so  for- 
tunate as  I  have  been,  a  true  impression  of  this  splendid 
and  beautiful  son  and  servant  of  the  Most  High.  For  it 
has  been  a  part  of  life's  good  for  me  that  I  knew  him  well 
and  followed  his  noble  and  eloquent  ministry  for  thirty 
years.  At  first  I  watched  him  with  enthusiastic  admiration, 
then  I  studied  him  w4th  warm  approval,  and  for  twenty  and 
more  of  those  years  I  have  cherished  him  with  fond  affec- 
tion. But  I  find  it  exceedingly  diflBcult  to  appraise  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  rightly.  He  meant  so  much  to  me  that  my 
critical  faculties  are  silenced  by  my  heart.  Perhaps  one  can 
best  begin  by  saying  that  the  various  and  repeated  proofs 
he  gave  of  his  genius  for  sacred  oratory  rank  him  definitely 
among  the  masters  of  speech  in  our  age.  The  waste  of 
energies  and  gifts  by  many  of  his  contemporaries  intensifies 
one's  gratification  in  this  great  ambassador  of  God  who  has 
risen  in  proportion  to  the  obstacles  he  had  to  surmount, 
and  surpassed  the  most  sanguine  expectations  of  his  sup- 
porters. I  seem  to  see  him  again  as  I  saw  him  more  than 
a  quarter  of  a  century  past,  when  his  theme  at  the  Mother 
Chautauqua,  where  Bishop  John  Heyle  Vincent  presided, 
was  based  on  the  articles  of  Browning's  faith  and  the 
significance  of  his  spiritual  idealism.  How  full  of  eager 
warrior-like  grandeur  he  was!  Marching  straight  against 
the  opponents  of  the  poet's  transcendentalism,  with  sword 
in  hand  and  cuirass  shining  in  the  sunlight.  All  that  was 
ardent,    brilliant,    adventurous,    compelling,    every   exploit 

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of  a  rich  imagination  fed  with  facts  and  tinged  with  ro- 
manticism belongs  to  that  memory.  I  see  him  the  second 
time  toward  the  close  of  his  wondrous  day,  when  its  even- 
tide was  nearer  than  we  suspected  who  wished  him  a  long 
and  mellow  interval  which  death  should  linger  to  disturb. 
On  this  occasion  he  had  ceased  to  contemplate  questions 
from  a  combative  standpoint.  He  had  not  lost  his  own  con- 
victions; indeed,  on  the  contrary,  they  were  the  more 
tenaciously  held  because  he  had  entered  into  and  analysed 
the  convictions  of  others.  The  vibration  and  the  innate 
dignity  of  his  striking  words  were  still  to  the  front.  But 
there  was  a  maturity  in  his  utterance  which  Time's  amelior- 
ations alone  imparts.  He  had  received  its  chastenings  with- 
out demur.  There  was  no  stain  upon  his  spirit,  no  mutiny 
against  the  world  he  loved  usurped  his  freedom  of  approach 
to  the  matters  he  discussed.  His  discourse  was  yet  simple, 
unconstrained,  obedient  to  direct  impetuous  inspiration. 
But  he  had  learned  the  last  art  of  the  speaker  who  can  con- 
tain himself,  and  steer  between  divers  impulses  to  find  the 
happy  havens  where  peace  and  unity  dwell.  Pascal  said 
that  one's  greatness  consists  not  in  extremes  of  thought  or 
of  oratory,  but  in  touching  those  extremes  while  at  the  same 
time  filling  the  whole  space  between  them.  Dr.  Gunsaulus 
did  this,  and  he  had  no  reason  to  repent  the  caution  he 
finally  inspired  upon  his  gracious  eloquence.  It  ripened  in 
its  persuasiveness  and  considerateness  as  he  entered  into 
physical  suffering.  The  liberty  of  access  to  divine  realities 
which  characterized  his  advancing  career  was  well  worth 
the  purchase  price  which  he  paid  for  it.  Men  and  women 
were  aware  of  the  increasing  sureness  of  his  touch  of  unseen 
verities.  They  not  only  applauded,  they  revered  him,  and 
were  led  by  him  into  heavenly  places  with  Christ  Jesus 
his  Lord. 


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IN  ME.ArORIAM 


II. 

These  two  memories  have  established  my  friend  in  my 
dearest  and  most  treasured  recollections  of  him.  They  are 
the  polarities  on  which  numerous  reminiscences  turn.  The 
fascinations  which  he  exercised  over  countless  people  he 
early  cast  over  me.  But  they  are  blessed  in  that  they  are 
prolific  of  religious  quickening.  In  a  period  when  it  is  freely 
asserted  that  the  divine  spark  is  no  longer  found  in  the 
pulpit,  I  had  the  joy  of  knowing  that  in  this  prince  it  was 
fanned  to  a  flame,  which  lit  the  path  for  many  a  weary 
wanderer  in  solitude  and  darkness.  Many  qualities,  and 
perhaps  some  faulty  ones,  are  needed  to  make  an  orator. 
Confidence  in  himself  and  in  his  cause,  certainty  of  aflSrma- 
tion,  an  authoritative  manner,  and  even  temerity  of  avowal, 
are  salient  traits  of  the  accomplished  speaker.  But  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  was  saved  from  that  excess  which  the  Greeks 
dreaded  by  his  consecration  to  the  Evangel  of  the  New 
Testament.  His  power  of  disdain,  sarcasm,  irony,  the  flashes 
of  his  vivacity  and  humor,  were  alike  subjected  to  the  obe- 
dience which  is  in  Christ.  Truths  he  could  neither  formulate 
nor  put  into  literary  shape  were  fused  within  him  by  his 
glow  of  soul.  Even  the  small  change  of  discourse  was 
reminted  by  his  gravity,  his  earnestness,  his  hunger  for  the 
betterment  of  men.  There  is  but  a  step  between  the  sub- 
lime and  the  ridiculous  in  impassioned  exordiums  and 
perorations.  But  he  never  took  it.  When  he  appeared,  we 
felt  that  God's  advocate  had  arrived.  With  him  came  a  day 
of  decision  which  determined  an  irrevocable  destiny.  Solemn 
and  momentous  truths,  by  which  men  and  nations  live,  or 
neglecting  which  they  die,  were  at  once  arrayed  before  us. 
He  exalted  the  Everlasting  Mercy  and  the  Everlasting 
Justice  until  everything  pertaining  to  submission  to  the 
Divine  Will  became  imperative  and  obligatory.  Tempera- 
mentally he  was  susceptible  to  tradition,  whether  in  beliefs 

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or  in  an  ancient  masterpiece  of  art  or  of  architecture.  He 
revelled  in  loveliness  both  in  its  native  elements,  and  in 
those  elements  transfigured  by  the  human  imagination.  But 
those  susceptibilities  which  did  him  honor  in  other  walks  of 
life  were  the  hired  servants  of  his  Christian  ministry.  There 
the  larger  meanings  of  existence,  both  here  and  beyond 
the  grave,  were  the  burden  of  his  spirit,  and  he  philosophized 
about  them  in  his  own  manner,  somewhat  remote  from  that 
of  the  metaphysicians,  yet  always  arresting  by  virtue  of  its 
originality.  Behind  his  sermons  and  addresses  one  was 
conscious  of  a  vast  hinterland,  filled  with  singing  bands, 
bright  societies,  hosts  of  the  redeemed,  and  of  the  just  made 
perfect.  Yes,  these  angelic  throngs  were  on  our  side,  en- 
listed for  the  spiritual  renown  of  the  race  and  in  constant 
communion  with  the  lowliest  traveler  toward  the  Holy 
City.  I  never  heard  him  without  wishing  that  the  "bigness " 
he  exemplified  and  the  radiance  he  emitted  were  more  usual 
than  they  are  in  my  vocation.  Then  I  bethought  myself 
that  here  was  a  spirit  of  marked  excellence,  compact  of  the 
humanities,  filled  with  the  sympathies  which  only  a  capa- 
cious and  burning  heart  can  maintain.  Evidently  he  was  in- 
tended by  his  Maker  for  the  communication  of  the  general 
mind  of  faith  and  charity.  Had  I  been  requested  to  name 
the  American  divine  who  best  understood  and  made  articulate 
the  religious  aspirations  of  his  country,  I  should  have  named 
Dr.  Gunsaulus.  I  am  not  referring  to  the  philosophical  or 
the  theological  mind,  but  to  what  is  of  more  consequence 
than  either;  to  the  mind  which  expresses  the  spiritual  in- 
stincts and  tendencies  of  the  mass.  In  this  respect  millions 
would  have  gladly  consented  that  he  should  be  their  spokes- 
man. It  behooves  us  to  discover,  if  we  may,  the  explanation 
for  his  premiership,  since  too  many  clergymen  contend  for 
it  and  contend  lawfully,  but  with  insufficient  furnishings. 


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IN  MEMORIAM 


III. 

It  is  quite  appropriate  to  emphasize  his  physical  gifts 
and  the  resihency  of  his  nervous  resources.  Like  Phillips 
Brooks,  he  had  a  kingly  presence,  and  came  to  his  ceaseless 
tasks  confessedly  dominant  in  build,  demeanor,  gesture, 
and  voice.  His  delivery  helped  to  guarantee  what  he  asserted . 
His  countenance  was  the  index  of  the  soul  that  informed  its 
mobile  features  with  benevolent  force.  Exquisite  cadences 
of  hope,  pathos  and  solicitation  alternated  with  those  stormy 
passages  in  which  the  prophet  whose  conscience  was  awake 
to  righteousness  insisted  upon  the  insurgent  necessity  of 
its  realization  in  others.  His  gifts  of  expression  and  trans- 
mission were  widely  various,  dependent  upon  his  moods, 
commingling  stately  phrases  of  the  older  sort  of  oratory 
with  familiar  allusions  and  haunting  sentences  containing 
an  ethereal  music.  He  had  the  capital  faculty  of  blending 
the  infinite  with  the  commonplace.  Like  most  of  us,  but 
in  far  ampler  and  more  dramatic  ways,  in  him  there  was  a 
two-sided  being.  He  dreamt  his  dream,  fastidious  and  at 
intervals  almost  fanciful,  seemingly  more  fitting  for  a  re- 
cluse or  a  scholastic  than  for  the  active  aims  of  a  busy  and 
practical  generation.  But  he  could  translate  that  dream 
with  sagacious  and  careful  forecasts  of  current  events,  and 
a  radical  application  to  them.  Political,  social,  patriotic 
and  international  interests  were  viewed  by  him  as  provinces 
of  the  one  divine  Kingdom,  which  had  right  of  entrance  and 
rule  wherever  the  feet  of  men  have  trodden.  When  he 
preached,  moral  and  spiritual  landscapes  which  everybody 
recognized  with  delight  were  portrayed.  Statesmen,  phi- 
lanthropists, warriors,  and  literary  celebrities  whose  names 
are  household  words  were  liberally  mentioned.  But  ever 
and  anon  he  would  revert  to  his  personal  experiences  of  God, 
and  of  the  Son  of  God,  and  of  His  regenerating  sovereignty 
through  the  Cross  and  the  Resurrection.    Then  the  veil 

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was  rent  in  twain,  the  horizons  lifted,  and  the  distant  vistas 
of  spiritual  development  were  glimpsed  only  to  be  lost  in 
their  own  glory.  These  were  the  golden  moments  of  his 
priesthood  and  of  his  prophecy,  too  sacred  to  be  frequently 
repeated  or  too  closely  scrutinized.  In  summary,  his  pulpit 
ministry  was  conspicuous  for  its  clear  interpretations  of  the 
hidden  man  of  the  heart.  These  interpretations  were  made 
possible  by  his  embodiment  of  the  highest  humanity  in 
the  Risen  Lord  of  all  life.  He  loved  men  as  he  received  them 
in  their  Creator.  He  had  the  greater  love  which  discerned 
their  Creator  in  men.  Nor  is  it  strange  that  thus  believing 
and  thus  loving  very  really  and  absorbingly,  he  should  have 
adored  Christ  as  the  universal  Saviour  of  men,  or  have  taken 
characters  like  Lincoln  and  Savonarola  as  his  mentors. 

IV. 

Because  of  his  position  as  the  most  prominent  preacher 
of  the  Middle  West,  if  not  of  the  nation,  he  felt  free  to  com- 
bine with  his  pastoral  responsibilities  the  more  extended 
service  which  widened  his  opportunities  for  preaching.  He 
did  not  restrict  his  scope  to  Chicago,  or  keep  for  the  local 
church  what  was  intended  for  mankind.  He  was  at  his 
best  in  the  sanctuary.  But  the  platform  was  also  his  chosen 
resort.  There  he  extolled  justice,  denounced  the  false  gods 
of  democracy,  rebuked  leaders  of  the  State  who  were  inimical 
to  its  welfare,  and  raised  the  life  of  the  people  to  higher  levels 
of  intelligence  and  morality.  The  breadth  of  his  ministry 
was  entirely  harmonious  with  its  depth  and  vitality.  He 
visited  colleges,  Chautauquan  and  church  assemblies,  strug- 
gling or  successful  churches  and  metropolitan  or  rural 
centers  with  the  light  of  the  Eternal  streaming  from  his 
fervent  words.  In  that  light  he  walked,  by  which  I  mean  that 
he  took  an  actual  road,  loyally  pursuing  it  as  he  went,  pitying 
and  helping  the  deprived  and  the  obscure,  as  well  as  ex- 
horting and  admonishing  the  rich  and  the  famous.     His 

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IN  MEMORIAM 


melodious  voice,  his  knowledge  of  all  ranks  and  conditions 
of  men  and  of  much  of  the  best  the  world  has  in  it,  and  his 
unforgettable  descriptions  of  its  renowned  personalities 
and  transitions  gave  him  a  place  upon  the  American  platform 
which  was  second  to  none.  Disengaged  from  the  petty  and 
the  temporary,  he  gained  a  legitimate  influence  in  all  com- 
monwealths of  the  Republic,  a  place  which  was  never 
accommodated  to  the  weaknesses  of  popular  audiences. 
Those  who  cannot  emulate  him  in  this  enterprise  should 
be  chary  of  reflecting  upon  it.  John  Wesley  rebelled  against 
parochial  boundaries  after  witnessing  the  comparative  failure 
of  his  father's  prolonged  and  faithful  tenure  as  Rector  at 
Epworth.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  might  also  have  said  with  a  slightly 
different  meaning,  "The  world  is  my  parish."  His  soul  of 
fire  encased  in  a  frame  of  steel,  his  profound  religiousness,  his 
craving  for  laborious  exertion,  his  consuming  sense  of 
responsibility  for  life  and  the  open  doors  it  set  before  him 
enabled  him  to  communicate  good  to  an  amazing  extent. 
At  every  turn  in  his  prodigious  toil  one  finds  the  same  strong 
pulse  of  service.  The  financial  rewards  it  brought  him  were 
lightly  held.  He  disbursed  them  for  museums,  needy  in- 
stitutions of  learning,  students  who  were  ambitious  to  ob- 
tain an  education,  and  brethren  of  the  ministry  who  recall 
his  unostentatious  generosity  with  gratitude.  In  the  vortex 
of  his  daily  life  he  steadfastly  clung  to  the  belief  that  the 
Almighty  had  used  him  for  the  purposes  I. have  indicated, 
and  afforded  him  special  aid  and  guidance.  Two  considera- 
tions present  themselves  here.  First,  Dr.  Gunsaulus  evi- 
dently acquiesced  in  Dr.  Lyman  Abbott's  statement  that 
no  man  can  be  a  truly  great  cleric  today  who  is  not  a  great 
citizen.  When  he  was  translated  to  the  rest  for  which  he 
longed,  he  was  the  first  citizen  of  Chicago,  and  one  of  the 
first  hundred  of  the  nation.  The  second  observation  is  that 
contrary  to  the  opinion  of  some  academic  and  technical 
authorities  the  conveyance  of  sound  learning  and  healthy 

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conception  to  the  average  man  and  woman  requires  more 
intellectual  ability  than  the  ordinary  college  professorship 
requires.  Thomas  Huxley  admitted  as  much  as  this  after 
giving  his  well-known  lectures  upon  science  to  the  intensely 
interested  working  men  of  London.  What  Huxley  did  for 
thousands  in  London  our  beloved  friend  did  for  millions 
everywhere  in  the  United  States.  He  taught  young  men  and 
women  of  the  commercial  and  industrial  classes  to  strive 
for  moral  and  spiritual  self-improvement.  All  sumptuary 
reforms,  all  educational,  social  and  political  movements 
found  in  him  a  first  rate  pleader.  The  making  of  the  new 
heaven  and  the  new  earth  which  seers  visioned  from  afar 
was  for  him  an  immediate  and  paramount  duty.  Christians 
by  the  law  of  their  profession,  as  he  believed,  were  bound  to 
contend  and  work  for  God  and  humanity.  To  this  matchless 
cause  he  yielded  himself  as  a  cheerful  and  a  voluntary  sacri- 
fice. Had  he  chosen  to  confine  himself  to  the  oversight  of  a 
single  city  church,  who  doubts  that  he  could  have  lived 
longer  but  to  lesser  purpose.  But  as  he  advanced  from  one 
scene  of  oratorical  triumph  to  another,  his  knightly  spirit 
remained  sincere,  lowly,  fraternal,  modest.  Under  all 
phases  of  his  life  and  beneath  the  most  trying  conditions,  he 
was  changeless  in  his  masculine  response  to  the  demands 
made  upon  him  and  in  his  almost  feminine  concern  for  the 
needy.  The  same  resolution  to  be  worthy,  the  same  un- 
varying witness  to  whatsoever  things  are  pure,  lovely,  and  of 
good  report  were  his  guardian  virtues.  Upon  the  platform 
or  in  the  sacred  spot  where  Time  and  Eternity  meet,  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  was  always  the  prophet  and  messenger  of  his  God. 

V. 

In  estimating  him  one  should  consider  that  he  was 
ubiquitous.  A  preacher,  a  lecturer,  an  author,  a  novelist,  an 
historian,  a  lover  of  art,  a  connoisseur  of  china  and  Persian 
pottery,  collector  of  tapestries  and  of  valuable  manuscripts, 

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IN    ]MEMORIA:\r 


versed  in  book  lore,  and  conversant  with  not  a  few  of  the 
notable  epochs  of  ecclesiasticalism — the  mere  enumeration 
of  his  pursuits  is  an  astonishing  process.  In  addition  to  his 
clerical  and  lecturing  duties,  he  was  instrumental  in  the  erec- 
tion of  the  Armour  Institute  of  Teclinologj^  the  well-known 
school  for  young  men  which  the  late  P.  D.  Armour  built  and 
endowed  after  hearing  a  sermon  by  Dr.  Gunsaulus  which 
emphasized  the  need  for  such  a  foundation.  Of  this  Institute 
Dr.  Gunsaulus  became  the  President,  and  after  he  had  re- 
linquished the  pastorate  of  Central  Church  he  turned  to  the 
Institute  with  relief  and  the  intention  to  concentrate  himself 
upon  its  still  more  prosperous  growth.  But  it  was  not  to  be. 
WTiile  his  powers  were  at  the  top,  and  when  he  had  made  for 
himself  a  unique  place  in  the  councils  of  the  church  and  of 
the  nation,  the  mighty  summons  came,  suddenly,  and,  for 
him,  most  mercifully,  the  end  of  things  earthly  came.  Few 
men  of  our  time  have  bestowed  upon  us  the  fruits  of  a  more 
versatile  intellect,  with  a  prodigality  of  talents  purged  by 
pain  and  disciplined  by  effort  ever  placed  at  the  disposal  of 
his  countrjTnen.  From  his  youthful  period,  wherein  kneeling 
at  a  Methodist  altar,  he  saw  the  Lord  and  was  received  by 
Him,  to  the  last  hour  of  his  sixty  and  more  years  of  life 
here,  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  stamped  his  personality 
and  his  ideas  upon  the  religious  development  of  this  Re- 
public. He  being  dead,  yet  speaketh.  The  charm,  the  mag- 
netism, the  buoyancy,  the  wealth  of  his  friendship  out- vies 
the  meagerness  of  my  delineation.  This  constancy  through 
good  and  evil  almost  bewilders  one.  The  law  of  kindness 
was  wTitten  on  his  heart.  Urbanity,  generosity  and  an 
unescapable  good  will  toward  all  and  sundry  were  the  pre- 
vailing notes  of  his  private  intercourse  and  conversation. 
My  love  for  him  lames  my  pen.  As  I  lay  it  aside  and  ponder 
what  I  have  written,  I  am  chagrined  by  my  ill-starred 
attempt  to  reveal  to  others  the  secret  of  a  life  which  made 
so  many  live  anew,  and  of  a  man  who  gave  the  divine  gospel 

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new  distinction,  and  indicated  fresh  methods  for  its  heralds. 
Suffice  it  to  say  that  if  we  never  cease  to  love  those  whom  we 
lose,  we  can  never  lose  those  whom  we  thus  love.  In  that 
hope,  which  will  not  shame  us,  let  us  keep  our  vigil  until  the 
day  of  restitution,  and  of  the  perfecting  of  the  fellowship 
of  the  saints  in  light. 


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ORDER  OF  FUNERAL  SERVICES 


THE  funeral  services  for  Dr.  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus 
were  held  at  the  New  England  Congregational  Church, 
Chicago,  Saturday,  March  19,  1921,  Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shan- 
non officiating,  assisted  by  Dr.  Clarence  T.  Brown  and 
Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey. 


Processional:    "For  all  the  Saints  who 
from  their  labors  rest."  . 


Scripture  Reading  and  prayer     . 

"Lead  Kindly  Light."   Pugh  Evans 

Scripture  reading 

The  Public  Aspects  of  Dr.   Gunsaulus' 
Character 

"Crossing  the  Bar."   Protheroe 

The  Personality  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus 

"Then  round  about  the  Starry  Throne." 
Handel 


Prayer     

Recessional:  Beethoven's  Funeral  March 


Central  Church  Chorus. 
Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shannon. 
Central  Church  Chorus. 
Dr.  Clarence  T.  Brown. 

Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey. 
Central  Church  Chorus 
Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shannon. 

Central  Church  Chorus. 
Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey- 


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ADDRESS 

By  Rev.  Charles  W.  Gilkey 

TT  is  many  more  than  members  of  Central  Church  who 
-■■  have  been  passing  through  this  place  this  morning  by 
the  hundreds,  and  throng  it  this  afternoon.  It  is  manj^  more 
than  students  and  faculty  and  graduates  of  Armour  Institute, 
hundreds  of  whom  have  been  here,  thousands  of  whom  would 
have  been  here  if  they  could.  It  is  many  more  than  the 
lovers  in  this  city  of  the  "ancient  beautiful  things"  that  he 
also  loved,  who  love  him  because  he  loved  those  things. 
It  is  many  more  than  the  unnumbered  men  and  women,  and 
younger  people  especially,  who  through  thirty-four  years  of 
crowded  ministry  he  has  personally  helped.  These  are  all 
here  today.  We  are  a  company  of  Chicagoans  of  every  creed 
and  race,  of  all  walks  and  stations,  who  have  known  this 
for  a  great  man  while  he  has  lived  and  worked  among  us 
these  thirty-four  years ;  and  we  have  gathered  here  today  to 
show  our  honor  and  our  love  for  one  of  the  foremost  in  a 
very  small  group  of  men  who  have  done  more  than  any 
others  to  make  Chicago  what  it  is  today,  and  what  in  the 
years  to  come  it  is  going  to  be. 

But  we  who  are  fellow-citizens  and  friends  of  his  here  in 
Chicago,  are  only  a  fractional  respresentation  of  the  minds 
and  hearts  that  are  here  with  us  in  spirit  today.  Only 
yesterday,  in  Indianapolis,  a  man  came  to  me  and  said  with 
breaking  voice,  "Our  dear  Dr.  Gunsaulus  is  gone."  And 
all  over  the  cities  and  towns  of  the  Central  West,  from  Ohio 
where  he  was  born  to  the  prairie  states  where  he  loved  to 
speak,  men  and  women,  singly  and  in  groups,  with  tender 
eye  and  grateful  heart,  have  realized  these  last  forty-eight 

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IX  MEMORIAM 


hours  what  we  instinctively  feel  here  today, — that  one  of 
the  notable  Americans  of  his  generation  has  been  taken  from 
among  us. 

The  shock  of  his  going  has  come  too  suddenly,  and  our 
eyes  who  loved  him  are  still  too  full  of  tears,  for  us  to  see 
clearly  yet  the  true  bigness  of  this  mighty  man.  Only 
later,  as  Dr.  Shannon  has  said,  in  the  perspective  and  with 
the  poise  of  some  adequate  memorial  gathering,  can  worthy 
expression  be  given  to  what  he  has  meant  to  our  city  and  to 
our  country, — and  to  ourselves. 

But  already,  even  in  this  present  shock  and  sorrow,  one 
or  two  things  are  plain.  There  is  no  single  measure,  there  is 
no  one  dimension,  that  will  suffice  to  estimate  the  heroic 
size  of  his  personality  and  his  career. 

Some  men  are  great  for  what  they  accomplish;  and  it 
falls  to  me  today  to  speak  of  this  aspect  of  his  greatness, — 
his  public  achievements.  Some  men  are  great  because  of 
what  they  are;  and  Dr.  Shannon  will  speak  of  his  per- 
sonality and  character,  which  strike  me  as  perhaps  the  most 
conspicuous  aspects  of  his  greatness.  But,  after  all,  the 
two  sides  of  the  man  are  really  inseparable.  We  cannot 
understand  what  he  has  accomplished  except  as  we  come  to 
know  and  love  the  manv-sided  richness  of  his  nature;  and  we 
can  never  measure  the  force  and  power  of  his  dynamic 
personality  except  in  terms  of  the  impact  which  he  has 
made  on  the  life  of  this  city,  this  nation,  and  this  genera- 
tion. 

Think  for  a  moment  of  the  situation  he  found  here  when 
he  first  came  to  Chicago  in  1887,  thirty-four  years  ago.  The 
great  fire  was  sixteen  years  behind;  and  during  those  years 
the  restless  energies  of  our  strenuous  folk  had  been  devoted 
to  rebuilding  and  getting  ready  to  go  ahead.  Everybody 
knows  that  the  most  marked  characteristic  of  the  city  we 
live  in  is  the  driving  energy  which  has  taken  as  its  appropriate 
motto,  "/IFzVZ." 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


But  "  I  Will"  what?  What  was  to  become  the  expression, 
the  outlet,  the  product,  of  this  driving  and  contagious  energy 
that  is  the  very  pulse  of  our  city's  life?  That  was  a  crucial 
question  in  Chicago's  history  back  in  1887.  You  remember 
those  six  memorable  adjectives  in  which  one  of  our  own  poets 
has  described  our  city  then  and  since: — 

"Gigantic,  wilful,  young 

"With  restless,  violent  hands  and  casual  tongue." 

And  all  that  youth  and  restlessness  and  energy  which  for 
sixteen  years  had  been  spent  in  recovering  from  the  great 
fire,  were  just  beginning  to  accumulate  and  gather  pent-up 
force,  ready  for  some  new  and  larger  expression  of  the  city's 
ambition  and  aspirations.    What  was  that  to  be? 

It  would  have  been  all  too  easy  for  this  driving  energy  to 
expend  itself  simply  in  making  and  then  in  spending  money. 
Chicago  might  have  become  the  most  aggravated  example 
in  the  modern  world  of  a  merely  sordid  commercialism, 
accompanied  perhaps  by  a  frivolity  and  futility  in  spending 
money  that  would  have  been  the  natural  reaction  of  the 
restless  energy  spent  in  getting  it. 

The  greatest  thing  that  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  and  the  little 
group  of  men  among  whom  he  was  a  natural  leader,  did  for 
Chicago  in  those  critical  years  of  her  history  was  to  take  a 
decisive  part  in  answering  these  fundamental  questions 
and  answering  them  right.  He  did  two  great  things  for  us, 
in  fact.  He  reinforced  our  characteristic  enthusiasm  with 
his  own  tremendous  initiation  and  will;  who  among  us  was 
such  a  dynamo  of  incessant  energy  and  activity  as  he?  That 
was  why  he  felt  at  home  in  Chicago  from  the  first  hour, — 
and  why  Chicago  loved  and  was  ready  to  follow  him  from 
that  same  hour.  But  even  more  important  than  his  energy 
was  his  direction.  He  and  his  friends  opened  the  eyes  and 
stirred  the  heart  of  our  then  adolescent  city,  in  just  the 
critical  "middle  teens"  of  her  history,  to  a  vision  of  life 
larger  and  richer  and  deeper  than  any  purpose  of  her  younger 

[14] 


IN  MEMORIAM 


years.  The  development  of  the  whole  higher  life  of  Chicago 
since  the  World's  Fair — humanitarian,  educational,  musical, 
and  artistic — of  which  we  are  so  justly  proud,  has  been  due 
in  no  small  measure  to  the  inspiration  and  guidance  of  this 
little  group  of  men,  and  not  least  of  this  man. 

Perhaps  we  shall  recognize  the  truth  of  all  this  more 
quickly  if  it  is  put  in  a  form  familiar  enough  to  a  city  that 
boasts  of  having  become  within  a  few  decades  the  world's 
greatest  railroad  centre.  The  traffic  of  our  city's  life  was 
getting  too  big  for  a  single  track  of  commercial  progress 
alone.  We  had  come  to  the  junction  point  where  the  ways 
divided  with  possibilities  upward  and  aside  and  down.  A 
group  of  strong  hands,  of  which  his  were  two  of  the  strong- 
est, seized  the  switch  and  threw  it, — and  the  city  took  the 
upward  track. 

It  would  take  hours  to  do  justice  to  that  great  contribu- 
tion as  it  has  been  rendered  through  all  the  diverse  phases 
of  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  lifetime  of  service  in  Chicago.  It  was 
true,  first  and  foremost,  of  his  moral  and  religious  leadership. 
He  was  always  and  essentially  a  preacher.  In  twelve  years 
in  Plymouth  pulpit  (and  they  were  the  great  years  of  the 
World's  Fair  period)  and  then  in  twenty  years  at  Central 
Church,  which  he  made  the  foremost  American  pulpit 
west  of  New  York  City,  he  gave  to  the  moral  convictions 
and  the  religious  life  of  this  metropolis  of  the  Central  West 
their  most  influential  guidance  and  their  most  eloquent 
expression. 

Large  and  rapidly  growing  towns, — I  suppose  that  most 
of  us  can  think  of  examples  in  contemporary  American  life 
very  easily  become  hot-houses  for  strange  religious  sects, 
and  vaudeville  stages  for  bizarre  religious  leaders.  Chicago 
also  has  not  been  without  its  tendencies  and  temptations  in 
both  directions.  But  it  is  due  to  this  great  spiritual  prophet 
more  perhaps  than  to  any  other  minister  in  our  history, 
that  the  main  current  of  our  moral  and  religious  life  has 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


never  been  thus  diverted  or  perverted.  He  preached  for 
twenty  years  from  the  Auditorium  stage  to  an  aggregate  of 
more  than  a  million  and  a  half  of  people;  but  that  un- 
conventional platform  was  under  his  feet  always  a  real 
pulpit,  and  never  a  vaudeville  stage  for  sensation.  This 
prophet  of  the  Lord  has  faced  these  men  and  women  Sunday 
after  Sunday  with  the  great  elemental  moral  truths  on  which 
alone  human  life  can  be  safelv  based,  and  with  the  eternal 
verities  of  the  Christian  faith  in  all  their  simplicity  and 
grandeur. 

What  is  true  of  his  moral  and  religious  leadership  has 
been  no  less  true  of  his  intellectual  leadership.  We  all  re- 
member the  storv  that  Matthew  Arnold  used  to  tell  about 
one  of  our  fellow- citizens,  who  was  not  at  all  sure  what  cul- 
ture was,  but  did  feel  sure  that  if  Chicago  ever  got  interested 
in  culture,  it  would  "make  her  hum."  In  all  gratitude,  let  it 
be  acknowledged  today  that  this  rich  and  well-stored  mind 
and  this  great  nature  have  helped  mightily  to  show  this  city 
of  ours  what  culture  is.  Other  men  may  have  done  more  to 
deepen  and  extend  our  knowledge,  just  as  other  men  in  the 
religious  sphere  may  have  borne  more  heavily  the  brunt 
of  theological  controversy  and  marched  further  in  the  van 
of  religious  progress;  but  this  man  has  done  something  yet 
more  important.  He  has  made  men  and  women  by  the 
thousand  in  this  city,  and  by  the  tens  of  thousands  in  this 
country,  want  to  know  more  about  "the  best  that  has  been 
thought  and  said  in  the  world," — just  as  he  has  made  them 
want  to  know  more  about  the  right  and  the  love  and  the 
truth  of  God. 

And  what  is  true  of  his  intellectual  leadership  among  us, 
is  true  of  his  contributions  to  the  institutional  life  of  our 
city.  At  every  point  in  our  humanitarian  and  social  organiza- 
tion he  has  been  one  of  the  builders.  He  set  Central  Church 
full  in  the  center  of  the  city's  life,  and  kept  it  there.  He 
caught  and  temporarily  carried  out  twenty-five  years  ago 

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IN  ^rE:NroRiAAr 


the  vision  that  has  since  been  permanently  reaHzed  in  the 
Sunday  Evening  Chib.  He  was  the  guide  in  its  earher  days 
of  the  Armour  Mission,  and  the  creator  of  the  Glenwood 
Home  School.  There  is  hardly  one  of  those  philanthropies, 
those  benevolent  and  humanitarian  enterprises  of  which  in 
later  years  our  city  has  been  increasingly'  and  with  increasing 
justice  proud,  to  which  he  has  not  contributed  at  some  time 
or  other,  kindling  enthusiasm  and  wise  suggestion  and  strong 
support.  ^Mio  can  count  the  literal  millions  of  money  that 
he  has  stirred  generous  men  and  women  of  this  city  to  give 
for  the  betterment  and  enrichment  of  human  life,  or  measure 
the  stream  of  unselfish  service  that  has  always  poured  out 
of  the  heart  of  this  great  lover  of  his  fellow-men,  and  like 
some  spiritual  Mississippi  has  drawn  into  its  accumulating 
flood  countless  other  streams  of  generosity,  until  the  whole 
has  become  an  organized  system  of  blessing  that  has  begun 
to  touch  with  greenness  and  fertility  the  barren  and  ugly 
areas  of  our  city's  life. 

And  I  have  not  spoken  yet  of  that  service  to  the  life  of 
our  city  and  our  Central  West  which  was  nearest  to  his 
heart,  which  he  always  called  "the  child  of  his  hope  and 
faith," — that  service  as  an  educator  which  is  embodied  in 
Armour  Institute.  Everybody  knows  the  story  of  that  fa- 
mous sermon  preached  in  Plymouth  Church  nearly  thirty 
years  ago  on  the  needs  of  the  children  in  this  growing  city, 
at  the  close  of  which  Philip  D.  Armour  came  up  and  said  to 
the  young  preacher, — then  onlj'^  thirty-seven  years  old, — 
"Young  man,  do  you  really  believe  what  you  have  said?'* 
"Of  course  I  do,"  was  the  answer.  "Then,  if  you  will  give 
five  years  of  your  life,  I  will  give  the  money,  and  we  will  do 
it  together." 

The  partnership  formed  that  day  between  these  two 
builders  of  Chicago  was  never  broken  until  the  senior  partner 
died.  It  was  then  taken  over  and  enlarged  by  the  family 
that  bears  the  same  honored  name;  and  though  today  we 

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mourn  the  death  of  the  junior  partner,  their  joint  enterprise 
will  go  on  to  a  future  greater  even  than  its  great  past. 
That  partnership  of  means  and  personality  has  been  one  of 
the  great  moulding  factors  not  only  in  the  intellectual  and 
the  educational,  but  in  the  whole  human  life  of  our  city;  for 
it  was  dedicated  to  the  proposition  that  education  is  not  of 
the  mind  alone,  nor  yet  of  the  heart  alone,  but  of  the  hand 
no  less,  and  that  all  three  together  make  the  truly  educated 
man.  Before  this  Moses,  who  had  seen  from  afar  such  a 
vision  of  a  new  ideal  and  method  for  all-around  education, 
closed  his  eyes  for  the  last  time,  it  had  been  given  to  him  also 
to  look  over  into  a  Promised  Land  where  there  shall  soon 
be  built  an  even  greater  and  more  useful  Armour  Institute 
for  the  years  and  generations  to  come.  God  grant  to  raise  up 
some  Joshua  who  can  lead  the  occupation  of  that  Promised 
Land  which  this  Moses  saw  from  afar,  but  has  not  lived  to 
enter. 

I  have  not  spoken  even  yet  of  that  which  is  to  me  the 
most  amazing  thing  about  this  extraordinary  man: — that 
living  spring  of  delight  in  ancient  and  beautiful  things 
which  welled  up  in  his  heart  all  along  the  dusty  pathway  of 
his  busy  life,  and  created  not  only  there  but  in  our  Chicago 
community  and  all  through  our  Central  West,  oases  of 
refreshment  and  beauty.  It  was  his  recreation,  just  as  golf 
and  baseball  and  all  kinds  of  sport  are  the  recreation  of  the 
rest  of  us,  to  hunt  out  and  enjoy  and  make  accessible,  beauti- 
ful things. 

Many  Chicagoans  know  that  since  1908  he  has  been  not 
only  a  Trustee  and  a  Benefactor,  but  one  of  the  really 
moving  and  guiding  spirits,  in  our  own  Art  Institute;  in 
whose  deserved  honor  one  of  its  halls  is  named,  and  who 
has  himself  made  accessible  there  two  collections,  one  of 
Wedgwood  ware  and  one  of  Near  Eastern  pottery,  that 
are  world-famous  among  those  who  know  and  care  for  such 
things.    But  not  everybody  knows  that  the  story  of  his 

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IN  ^FEMORIAM 


benefactions  and  collections  is  not  limited  to  Chicago.  We 
shall  have  to  go  to  Coe  College  at  least  on  the  west,  stop  off 
then  at  the  University  of  Chicago  as  we  return  eastward,  and 
be  sure  to  keep  on  to  his  own  beloved  alma  mater,  Ohio 
Wesleyan  University,  to  have  even  a  glimpse  of  those 
collections  of  things  ancient  and  beautiful  which  he  has 
given  to  enrich  the  years  and  the  American  life  to  come. 
They  include  such  various  treasures  as  ancient  pottery, 
medieval  manuscripts.  Browning  memorabilia,  Mendels- 
sohn scores,  and  original  letters  that  have  helped  to  make 
American  history. 

Besides  the  inexhaustive  enthusiasm  and  amazing  erudi- 
tion that  covered  all  these  diverse  fields  of  art,  there  is  one 
other  thing  that  ought  to  be  mentioned  here  today:  the 
cost  of  these  collections  was  not  met  by  the  comparatively 
simple  expedient  of  writing  a  check  to  tap  a  reservoir  of 
wealth  that  would  be  speedily  and  automatically  refilled. 
To  understand  what  these  things  cost  him,  you  must  sit 
some  hot  July  evening  in  a  country  Chautauqua  tent,  watch 
this  man  mop  his  forehead  as  he  lectures  on  Gladstone  or 
Savonarola,  realize  that  he  faces  a  railroad  schedule  that 
requires  a  change  of  trains  in  the  middle  of  the  night  in 
order  to  keep  a  similar  appointment  next  day  at  some  other 
country  town,  and  then  hear  him  after  the  lecture  say  to 
his  companion,  *'  Well,  that  pays  for  one  more  piece  of  Near 
Eastern  pottery  that  I  just  could  not  let  get  out  of  my  hands, 
and  that  I  wanted  Chicago  to  keep." 

When  a  more  adequate  Memorial  Service  is  held, — and 
especially  when  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  life  is  finally  written, — there 
will  need  to  be  one  considerable  part  in  it  to  remind  us  all 
that  these  services  to  the  higher  life  of  our  city,  which  have 
only  been  touched  upon  here,  have  been  paralleled  in,  or 
rather  extended  to,  the  whole  Central  West  from  the 
Alleghenies  to  the  Rockies .  There  will  need  to  be  an  address — 
and  a  chapter — on  his  work  as  a  Chautauqua  speaker  in 

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hundreds  of  lectures  every  year  to  hundreds  of  thousands  of 
auditors,  to  so  many  of  whom  he  has  given  perhaps  their 
first  ghmpse  of  things  beautiful  and  true  and  good. 

And  when  that  Memorial  Service  is  held — and  that  ade- 
quate life  is  written — there  will  need  to  be  another  chapter 
in  it  on  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  services  to  his  country,  especially 
in  the  Great  War.  Does  not  your  memory  flash  back,  as 
mine  does,  to  that  Saturday  evening,  March  31st,  1917,  in 
the  Auditorium,  when  in  response  to  a  call  from  many  of 
our  civic  leaders  we  gathered  by  the  thousand  there  to  try 
to  clear  our  minds  and  hearts  as  to  the  duty  of  the  nation 
in  the  days  ahead.  You  will  recall,  as  I  do,  the  mood  of 
uncertainty  that  was  on  that  meeting  and  in  our  own  hearts 
until  that  memorable  moment  in  his  address  when  he  did 
what  he  has  done  on  hundreds  of  lesser  occasions  and  for 
thousands  of  other  auditors.  He  struck  the  spark  that 
kindled  the  meeting  when  he  said: — "The  crowns  are 
tottering  upon  the  royal  heads  of  Europe,  and  I  would  give 
more  tonight  for  the  old  felt  hat  of  a  President  of  these 
United  States  than  for  all  the  headgear  of  all  the  kings  across 
the  Atlantic."  His  intuition  had  penetrated  to  the  funda- 
mental issue  of  the  great  struggle;  it  was  the  warfare  of 
democracy  against  her  enemies. 

I  happened  to  be  in  Youngstown  this  winter,  and  a 
business  man  said  to  me  there,  "We  still  talk  in  this  city 
about  the  most  marvelous  address  that  any  of  us  can  re- 
member. It  was  the  one  that  Dr.  Gunsaulus  gave  here  when 
we  started  out  on  our  first  Liberty  Loan  campaign."  How 
appropriate  it  is  that  one  of  the  most  characteristic  and  im- 
pressive photographs  of  his  dominating  figure  shows  him 
as  he  stood  on  the  wooden  pedestal  about  to  speak  to  his 
own  boys  as  they  left  Armour  Institute  for  the  front! 

In  speaking  of  scenes  that  are  memorable,  we  must  not 
forget  that  his  services  have  not  been  limited  to  this  city,  or 
this  Central  West,  or  even  this  nation.   We  shall  hear  rever- 

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IN  MEMORIAM 


berations  all  the  way  from  City  Temple  in  London  of  his 
eloquence,  interpreting  the  two  great  Anglo-Saxon  nations  to 
each  other.  And  some  of  us  will  call  up  once  more  that  vivid 
scene  at  INIandel  Hall  two  years  ago,  when  a  great  Catholic 
cardinal  and  this  great  Protestant  prophet,  both  alike  lovers 
of  ancient  and  beautiful  things,  bent  together  in  their  bril- 
liant robes  of  oflBce  to  turn  with  loving  fingers  the  pages  of 
the  two  ancient  manuscripts  which,  at  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  happy 
suggestion  and  generous  donation.  Armour  Institute  and  the 
University  of  Chicago  handed  to  Cardinal  Mercier  as  a  gift  to 
the  University  of  Louvain,  to  replace  the  two  other  copies 
that  had  been  burned  in  that  awful  night  of  invasion  in  1914. 

Fiftj^  years  ago  a  well-known  English  poet  put  into  verse 
the  only  words  that  to  me  have  seemed  adequate  as  a  sum- 
mary of  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  services  to  his  city,  his  country,  and 
his  fellow-men.  Arthur  O'Shaughnessy's  famous  "Ode" 
has  become  a  classic  expression  in  English  literature  of  the 
incalculable  and  indispensable  service  rendered  by  the  poets 
and  prophets  to  mankind. 

One  of  these  stanzas  fitly  describes  the  work  of  this  man 
for  a  full  generation  in  our  city  as  prophet  and  poet  and 
spiritual  pioneer;  and  not  so  long  as  he  is  remembered  among 
us,  will  men  lightly  dare  to  say  henceforth  that  those  who 
wTite  our  verses  and  think  our  thoughts  and  catch  our 
visions  are  "impractical"  men: — 

"With  wonderful  deathless  ditties 

We  build  up  the  world's  great  cities, 
And  out  of  a  fabulous  story 

We  fashion  an  empire's  glory. 
One  man  with  a  dream,  at  pleasure, 

Shall  go  forth  and  conquer  a  crown; 
And  three,  with  a  new  song's  measure, 

Shall  trample  a  kingdom  down." 

In  another  stanza  O'Shaughnessy  suggests  what  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  has  done  for  the  education — and  particularly 
for  the  industrial  education — of  our  city  and  our  country : — 

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"The  breath  of  our  mspiration 

Is  the  life  of  each  generation; 
A  wondrous  thing  of  our  dreaming, 

Unearthly,  impossible  seeming. 
The  soldier,  the  king,  and  the  peasant 

Are  working  together  in  one. 
Till  our  dream  shall  become  their  present, 

And  their  work  in  the  world  be  done." 

Finally  he  gathers  into  one  memorable  summary  the 
service  which  this  preacher  of  righteousness  and  faith  has 
rendered  to  his  fellow  men : — 

'  'They  had  no  vision  amazing 

Of  the  goodly  house  they  are  raising; 
They  had  no  divine  fore-showing, 

Of  the  land  to  which  they  are  going. 
But  on  one  man's  soul  it  hath  broken, 

A  light  that  doth  not  depart; 
And  his  look,  or  a  word  he  hath  spoken. 

Wrought  flame  in  another  man's  heart." 

Those  last  four  lines  are  a  fitting  epitaph  for  our  dear 
departed  friend: — 

'  'But  on  one  man's  soul  it  hath  broken, 
A  light  that  doth  not  depart; 
And  his  look,  or  a  word  he  hath  spoken, 
Wrought  flame  in  another  man's  heart." 


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ADDRESS 

By  Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shannon 

AFTER  Tennyson  had  written  that  immortal  poem, 
"Crossing  the  Bar,"  and  when  he  had  come  to  the  end 
of  Hfe,  he  was  lying  there  in  his  great  home,  with  the  moon- 
light falling  all  about  him,  and  his  finger  resting  upon  that 
deathless  line  in  Cymbelline:  "Hang  there  like  fruit,  my 
soul,  until  the  tree  dies." 

We  are  gathered  here  this  afternoon  to  rest  for  a  little 
while  beneath  the  shade,  the  kindly  shade  of  one  of  the 
greatest  human  trees  that  have  grown  in  this  city.  Life  is 
full  of  new  beginnings;  but  life  is  also  full  of  significant 
pauses,  and  this  is  one  of  those  significant  pauses  in  the  lives, 
in  the  hearts,  of  many  of  us  today.  Life  is  like  a  book.  We 
follow  an  enchanting,  mysterious,  beautiful  book  chapter  by 
chapter  to  the  end,  and  then,  one  day,  one  hour,  one  golden, 
memorable  hour  we  reach  the  last  sentence  of  the  last 
chapter,  and  we  are  never  quite  the  same  again.  Our  life 
is  like  a  highway  along  which  the  great  stations  of  being 
are,  and  we  are  passengers  on  the  great  train  of  destiny; 
and  some  day  the  train  pauses  at  a  particular  station,  and 
all  the  other  passengers  remember  that  one  passenger  got  off. 
That  is  a  memorable  day  in  the  lives  of  all  the  other  passen- 
gers.   We  are  the  passengers  today. 

Here  is  a  life  that  may  be  pictured  by  the  vision  of  the 
seer,  that  great,  beautiful  poet  of  the  Revelation,  in  which 
he  saw  the  City  of  God  coming  down  out  of  Heaven,  a 
perfect  cube. 

Which  was  the  more  wonderful  side  of  his  nature,  no 
body  shall  say.   You  say  he  was  a  great  lover.   Another  man 

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says  he  was  a  great  orator.  Another  man  says  he  was  a 
great  preacher;  another  man  says  he  was  a  poet;  another 
man  says  he  was  an  art  lover.  You  cannpt  put  your  finger 
upon  the  particular  phase  of  his  greatness. 

So  I  am  to  speak  to  you  this  afternoon  about  that  personal 
touch  that  was  the  revelation  of  the  man.  Always,  every- 
where, more  wonderful  than  anything  he  achieved,  more 
beautiful  than  anything  he  said  was  just  what  he  was  himself. 
Personality, — that  is  the  explanation  of  the  man.  And  so,  as 
I  was  looking  out  at  that  lake  this  afternoon, — the  lake  which 
he  loved  and  of  which  he  has  written  so  beautifully,  with  its 
sea-green  splendor,  I  was  thinking  of  a  ripple,  and  then  I  was 
thinking  of  a  wave,  and  then  I  was  thinking  of  a  billow. 

Think  of  him  for  a  moment  in  that  quiet  inner  circle, 
where  the  beautiful  play  of  his  personality  was  over  those 
who  knew  him  as  you  and  I  could  not  know  him.  You 
know,  my  friends,  there  is  a  peculiar  pathos  in  the  life  of  a 
celebrated  man  in  the  contrasting  pictures  that  the  family 
has  of  the  man,  and  the  pictures  that  the  public  carry  of  the 
man  in  their  memory.  For  example,  you  say  he  was  a  great 
citizen.  There  is  a  lonely  woman  here  this  afternoon  who 
says:  "He  was  a  great  lover."  You  say  he  was  a  great 
platform  man.  There  is  a  little  group  of  hearts  here  this 
afternoon  who  know  that  Heaven  is  richer  and  the  earth  is 
poorer,  who  say:  "He  was  my  father."  You  say  he  was  a 
lover  of  art,  that  he  was  enchanted  by  the  beautiful,  and 
he  lent  a  touch  of  beauty  to  everything  that  came  within  the 
compass  of  his  nature.  There  are  little  grandchildren  who 
say:  "He  was  my  big,  joyful  grandpapa  and  play-fellow." 
God's  throne  is  surrounded  by  the  mystery  of  personality. 
The  greatest  achievement  in  the  universe  is  personality. 
It  is  here  that  we  find  the  spell  and  the  wonder  of  his  great- 
ness, for  only  yesterday  did  I  hear  of  this  concerning  this 
big  man,  of  whom  Dr.  Gilkey  has  spoken  so  fittingly.  He 
would  come  home  sometimes  and  send  the  passenger  check  of 

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IN   MEMORIA^r 


a  Pullman  ticket  to  his  little  grandson.  Why?  He  knew 
his  grandson  loved  trains.  This  man  carried  great  affairs 
in  his  mind  and  great  burdens  upon  his  heart.  His  was  a 
genius  for  detail  also.  He  could  remember  the  little  lad. 
Sometimes  he  would  sit  down  and  carefully  fold  a  bit  of  tin 
foil,  place  it  in  an  envelope  and  send  it  to  a  little  girl.  Why? 
He  knew  that  a  child  loves  bright,  beautiful  things.  And  so 
you  have  the  ripple  here,  this  inner  or  quiet  ripple  of  his 
being  in  these  hidden,  golden  precincts  of  his  life,  that  you 
and  I  know  nothing  about.  But  that  ripple  became  a  wave, 
it  enlarged  and  out  of  that  inner  circle  there  came  this  other 
man  whom  you  know  and  whom  you  love.  It  is  the  circle  of 
the  lodge  of  friendship. 

Now,  this  is  one  of  the  very  tremendous  things  that  we 
have  to  reckon  with  in  studying  the  great  man :  the  greater 
the  personality  the  larger  the  variety  of  material  things  he 
requires  for  his  own  self-expression.  That  is  always  the  test 
of  genius.  The  savage  is  satisfied  with  a  cabin;  the  modern 
man  must  have  a  palace.  One  is  a  starved  nature;  the  other 
is  a  large,  opulent,  rich  nature. 

And  so  this  man  required  so  many  kinds  of  material  things 
to  express  himself, — sky,  sea,  earth,  color,  music,  poetry, 
eloquence,  gospel,  essays, — you  know  what  I  mean.  For 
example:  you  are  a  philanthropist,  and  you  have  in  these 
years  within  this  city  given  of  your  wealth  for  the  benefit, 
the  uplift  of  humanit3\  How  often  have  you  sat  down  with 
this  man  and  thought  he  was  a  wise  counsellor  in  the  dis- 
tribution of  your  earthly  goods.  But  you  are  an  architect 
also,  and  you  have  sometimes  sat  down  with  him  and  talked 
about  the  finer,  beautiful  buildings  that  are  yet  to  be  in  this 
city,  and  you  found  that  he  was  not  only  of  the  philanthropic 
strain,  but  that  he  was  also  of  the  architectural  strain. 

You  are  a  lover  of  art;  you,  too,  have  the  strain  of  the 
beautiful  within  you,  and  one  day  you  had  to  call  upon  him 
in  order  that  you  might  have  this  more  abundant  beauty 

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clarified  and  given  adequate  expression.  You  found  that 
he  was  an  art  lover,  and  so  you  might  run  it  through  all 
these  twelve  apostles  of  worth  in  human  life,  and  he  stands 
over  against  each  one,  until  what  happened  yesterday  in  our 
own  home  has  happened  in  many  homes  within  this  city 
and  within  this  land.  When  it  became  necessary  for  us  to 
send  the  tidings  to  a  friend  who  had  not  yet  heard  that  he 
had  gone  home,  this  is  what  the  voice  said:  "Dr.  Gunsaulus 
gone?  Why  he  was  my  very  best  friend."  He  spoke  truly, 
and  you  said  that  also.  Scores  of  people  said  that,  with  no 
sense  whatsoever  of  the  violation,  of  the  laws  and  fidelities 
of  friendship.  Th^y  all  spoke  truly,  because  this  man  was 
so  gloriously  personal  that  he  required  many  kinds  of  ma- 
terial for  the  expression  of  his  nature. 

Charles  Kingsley  used  to  say,  "A  friend  is  some  one  whom 
we  can  always  trust,  who  knows  the  best  and  the  worst  of 
us,  and  who  cares  for  us  in  spite  of  our  faults." 

That  is  what  many  people  said  yesterday  and  will  say 
today  as  they  think  of  the  personal  touch  of  this  man  upon 
their  lives,  and  as  they  think  that  never  again  will  they  see 
him  in  the  flesh,  because  they  are  saying  the  words  of  that 
greatest  of  laureates: 

"Love  is  and  was  my  lord  and  king, 

And  in  his  presence  I  attend; 
To  hear  the  tidings  of  my  friend, 

Which  every  hour  his  couriers  bring. 
Love  is  and  was  my  king  and  lord. 

And  will  be,  tho  as  yet  I  keep 
Within  his  court  on  earth,  and  sleep 

Encompassed  by  his  faithful  guard 
And  hear  at  times  a  sentinel 

Who  moves  about  from  place  to  place, 
And  whispers  to  the  worlds  of  space. 

In  the  deep  night,  that  all  is  well." 

James  Martineau  used  to  say  that  personality  is  so 
wonderful  that  the  God  of  personality  is  bound  to  preserve 
it.    You  cannot  hand  personality  forward  to  another  gen- 

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IN  MEMORIAL 


eration  as  you  can  hand  instincts,  as  you  can  hand  hereditary 
influences.  It  is  a  unique  achievement  in  the  world  and  in 
the  universe.  I  was  in  Dr.  Gilkey's  home  the  other  morning 
and  the  Httle  four-year-old  girl  was  showing  me  some  pic- 
tures of  herself,  and  said,  "My  mother  says  that  this  picture 
is  just  like  a  beautiful  cloud  floating  in  the  sky;"  and  then 
she  walked  to  the  table  and  took  down  a  picture  of  her 
mother,  and  I  said,  "Oh,  be  careful,  be  very  careful  with 
that  picture."  She  said,  "I  am  always  very  careful  with 
breakable  pictures." 

Do  you  tell  me  that  the  great  God  is  not  careful  with  the 
most  beautiful  thing  that  He  has  created  within  His  far- 
flung  universe;  and  do  you  tell  me  that  that  body  represents 
all  there  is  of  this  great,  beautiful,  regnant,  deathless 
personality? 

God,  as  that  great  philosopher  says,  is  bound  to  preserve 
the  jewel  when  the  casket  is  gone. 

And  so,  you  think  of  him  as  the  ripple,  and  then  you 
think  of  him  as  the  wave;  but  you  think  of  him  as  a  great 
Christian  minister,  and  then  you  see  the  ripple  has  gone  into 
the  wave,  and  the  wave  has  gone  into  the  billow  that  touches 
all  shores  of  life. 

There  are  three  aspects  of  his  Christian  ministry  in  this 
city, — not  only  in  this  city,  but  in  the  world,  that  I  wish 
to  speak  of.  First  of  all,  it  takes  on  the  aspect  of  absolute 
uniqueness  in  American  history.  A  few  American  preachers 
have  equalled  him  as  a  preacher.  A  fewer  few  have  sur- 
passed him  as  a  preacher,  but  this  is  my  deliberate  con- 
clusion: that  no  minister  in  American  life  has  woven 
himself  so  largely,  so  many-sidedly  into  any  city  as  this 
great,  opulent  personality  has  woven  himself  into  the  life  of 
Chicago.  And,  Oh,  within  it  all  and  the  heart-beat  of  it  all, 
was  the  democracy,  the  fine,  high  democracy  of  it. 

I  shall  never  forget  a  few  years  ago  when  visiting  Chicago 
he  was  taking  me  through  the  Art  Institute  and  I  had  a  three- 

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fold  joy  that  day.  The  first  was  this:  hearing  him  talk 
about  pictures.  You  know  how  he  could  talk  about  pictures. 
The  second  joy  was  this:  on  looking  at  the  pictures  them- 
selves. The  third  one,  the  one  that  I  shall  never,  never  for- 
get, was  that  of  a  little  street  urchin  who  had  gathered  about 
the  group  following  him  around  as  he  talked,  and  all  the 
while  getting  in  between  Dr.  Gunsaulus  and  myself,  as  he 
talked  about  the  pictures.  The  boy  did  not  know  what  he 
was  saying,  but  there  was  something  in  our  vanished 
friend's  face  that  fairly  enchanted  that  little  newsboy. 

And  so  I  remember  the  talk,  and  I  remember  some  of  the 
pictures,  but  I  remember  most  of  all  the  gaze  of  that  little 
child  as  he  looked  up  into  the  face  of  this  wonderfully 
beautiful,  magnetic  soul,  whose  loveliness  overflowed  through 
his  personality, — ^his  personality. 

Then  there  was  not  only  the  uniqueness  of  his  ministry, 
there  was  the  completeness  of  it.  What  I  mean  by  that  is 
this,  (and  there  were  very,  very  strange,  mysterious  days  in 
the  last  week  of  this  man's  life).  On  Monday  he  asked  me, 
as  he  often  did  on  Monday  morning,  to  come  to  Armour 
Institute.  He  said,  "I  have  two  things  to  say  to  you.  Shan- 
non. The  first  is  this", — referring  to  some  remarks  he  had 
made  at  our  annual  dinner  of  Central  Church  two  weeks 
ago,  in  which  he  spoke  of  the  fact  that  we  needed  our  En- 
dowment Fund  to  be  enlarged,  and  he  hoped  Central  Church 
would  be  remembered  in  many  wills, — he  said:  "I  saw  a 
will  vesterdav  in  which  Central  Church  is  remembered  for 
$50,000,  that  this  great  downtown  mission,  one  of  the  great- 
est missions  in  any  downtown  center  in  the  world,  may  go  on 
through  the  years  to  be.  That  is  the  first  thing  I  want  to 
tell  you."  He  said,  "  Shannon,  the  second  thing  is  this, — 
and  I  have  not  spoken  of  it  to  members  of  the  family, 
you  know,  when  I  preach  these  days  I  always  want  to  cast 
the  net."  You  preachers  understand  that;  you  Christian 
workers  understand  that.     And  then  he  said,  with  a  tender, 

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IN   MEMORIAL 


wistful  longing  in  his  voice  and  in  his  face:  "I  will  soon  be 
due  over  Yonder,  and  I  do  not  want  to  allow  any  opportun- 
ities to  pass  by." 

The  other  night  in  his  life  that  was  most  significant  was 
when  he  was  called  up  on  behalf  of  the  Near  East  Relief 
Commission.  He  got  out  of  his  bed,  sick  as  he  was,  and  carry- 
ing even  then,  though  we  did  not  know  it,  his  death  wound, 
when  he  went  to  the  telephone,  and  this  is  what  he  said: 
"Use  my  name  in  any  way  you  care  to.  We  must  save 
Armenia,  because  Armenia  is  the  gate  way.  Don't  thank 
me.  I  have  done  my  duty."  Great  ministry  out  of  a  great 
heart!  But,  on  Wednesday  afternoon,  having  worked 
steadily  on  the  lectures  to  be  given  on  the  Merrick  Founda- 
tion at  Ohio  Wesleyan  University,  he  straightened  up,  as 
only  he  could  straighten  up,  and  after  having  finished  several 
things  that  he  was  eager  to  see  completed,  this  is  what  he 
said:  "Now,  I  am  ready  to  go  back  to  the  arms  of  my 
mother."  "Now,  I  am  ready  to  go  back  to  the  arms  of  my 
mother." 

My  friends,  I  would  not  read  into  those  words  any  false 
or  untrue  things  that  he  did  not  mean  to  put  into  them,  but 
they  are  capable  in  this  hour  of  a  wonderfully  consoling 
interpretation.  Did  he  think  he  was  going  back  to  the  bosom 
of  the  earth  mother?  I  was  out  there  at  Forest  Home 
vesterdav  afternoon  and  I  saw  that  beautiful  oak  tree  be- 
neath  which  his  ashes  will  rest,  and  do  you  know  I  thought  of 
the  tree  as  a  kind  of  harp;  and  the  branches  were  strings, 
and  the  gentle  winds  with  their  invisible  fingers  were  playing 
melodies  for  this  nature-lover.  Was  he  ready  to  go  back  to 
the  arms  of  the  mother  of  us  all?  Or,  was  he  thinking  of  that 
other  beautiful  mother,  the  woman  who  labored  him  into 
life,  and  who,  a  few  years  ago,  slipped  away?  Was  he? 
Men,  let  me  speak  frankly  to  you,  because,  if  we  are  true 
men,  we  always  make  the  return  to  our  mother's  arms.  The 
innocence,   the   trustfulness,   the   child-likeness   sometimes 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


comes  up  in  the  ripe  and  beautiful  fruitage  of  the  soul, 
until,  though  we  are  always  children  to  our  mothers,  if  we 
unfold  beautifully  we  come  back  to  the  arms  of  our  mothers 
as  little  children. 

Or  was  he  thinking  of  that  most  beautiful  thought  that 
the  human  heart  ever  dreamed  of  God?  Not  even  that  of 
God  as  a  Father,  but  of  God  who  so  instilled  His  music  into 
one  of  the  great  hearts  of  the  ancient  days,  that  He  said: 
"As  one  whom  his  mother  comforteth,  so  will  I  comfort 

thee". 

The  heart  of  Chicago  is  very  tender  this  afternoon,  be- 
cause the  best,  the  deepest,  the  richest  in  the  soul  of  Chicago 
was  concretely  expressed  in  this  personality  which  has 
passed  into  the  City  of  Life. 

One  day  that  vagrant  poet,  Francis  Thompson,  said, 
"Look  for  me  in  the  nurseries  of  Heaven."  When  I  thought 
of  this  man's  love  for  little  children  and  for  great,  strong 
men,  and  in  the  throb  of  his  great  career  having  time  for 
little  ones,  I  spoke  of  that;  but  the  woman  to  whom  I  spoke 
said:  "You  cannot  look  for  him  merely  in  the  nurseries  of 
Heaven;  you  shall  have  to  look  for  him  everywhere;  you 
shall  have  to  look  among  the  artists,  you  shall  have  to  look 
among  the  great  builders,  you  shall  have  to  look  among  the 
great  poets,  you  shall  have  to  look  among  the  preachers, 
the  martyrs,  and  the  prophets;  you  shall  have  to  look  for 
him  everywhere!"  Because  he  was  so  many-sided  and  so 
rich  in  his  nature  that  he  required  many  kinds  of  earths, 
as  he  shall  require  many  kinds  of  Heavens  for  self-expres- 
sion. 

I  shall  never  forget  the  first  time  I  saw  him.  It  was  in  a 
church  on  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York.  I  was  sitting  with  a 
great  lover  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  who  said:  "You  must  come 
in  from  the  country  this  summer  when  he  comes  to  New  York 
and  you  must  go  with  me  to  hear  him  preach."  I  had  never 
seen  him.    As  he  walked  into  the  pulpit  of  the  Marble 

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IN  ^FEMORIAIVr 


Collegiate  Church,  this  is  what  my  friend  said:  "Isn't 
he  beautiful?" 

The  last  time  I  saw  him  was  last  Monday  morning  at  the 
Armour  Institute,  and  those  long  gone  years  came  back,  and 
as  I  looked  into  his  face  as  he  talked  of  throwing  the  net  and 
drawing  it,  I  said,  as  I  came  out  of  the  office,  "Isn't  he 
beautiful,  beautiful?'^ 

My  friends,  when  all  your  skyscrapers  are  level  with  the 
dust,  and  when  all  your  railways  have  gone  to  rust,  and  when 
your  art  galleries  and  your  great  educational  institutions 
have  passed  away,  this  is  the  one  thing  that  abides  in  the 
beautifully  harmonious  and  gloriously  wrought-out  universe 
of  the  great  God :  It  is  that  picture  of  the  human  personality 
which  as  the  little  girl  said  with  reference  to  her  mother's 
picture,  she  was  very  careful  not  to  break,  so  the  great 
Father,  the  great  Heart  that  gave  him  the  secret  of  his 
teaching  power,  that  gave  him  the  spell  of  his  eloquence, — 
He  keeps  that  in  His  bosom,  safe. 

We  must  be  better  people  because  this  good  man  has 
lived  among  us,  and  we  must  imitate  him  in  that  larger 
hearted,  splendid  fashion  in  which  he  imitated  the  Lord  and 
Master  of  us  all. 


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PRAYER  OF  MR.  GILKEY 

GOD  of  all  life,  from  Whom  we  come,  in  Whom  we  live 
and  move  and  have  our  being,  to  Whom  at  last  we 
return ;  we  give  Thee  solemn  thanks  today  for  all  those  great 
souls  who  have  shown  us  more  of  the  meaning  and  richness 
of  life;  especially  for  this  great  soul  whom  Thou  didst  make 
and  send  into  our  world,  into  our  friendship,  into  our  affec- 
tion; who  has  stretched  all  our  measurements  and  enlarged 
our  horizons  and  deepened  our  experiences  and  lifted  up 
our  hearts  nearer  to  Thee. 

On  behalf  of  all  those  young  men  and  women  in  this  city, 
of  all  those  men  and  women  of  this  land,  whose  eyes  he  has 
opened  to  new  significance  in  life  and  new  possibilities  of 
living,  whose  careers  he  has  shaped  and  guided  and  in- 
spired, we  bless  Thee  for  his  kindling  power,  his  winsomeness, 
and  his  magnetic  leadership. 

On  behalf  of  all  those  men  and  women  in  sorrow  and 
loneliness  and  perplexity  and  sin,  whom  he  has  shepherded 
and  strengthened  and  comforted  and  sustained,  we  bless 
Thee  for  his  great  heart,  for  his  quick  sympathy,  for  his 
strong  faith,  and  for  his  knowledge  of  the  living  God.  And 
on  behalf  of  all  of  us  for  whom  he  has  made  it  easier  to  be- 
lieve in  God,  for  whom  he  has  made  the  way  that  follows 
Christ  more  winsome  and  rich  and  alluring,  before  whom  he 
has  bodied  forth  and  expressed  in  time  the  friendliness  and 
the  integrity  and  the  love  that  are  eternal,  we  bless  thee. 

O  God,  with  whom  are  the  issues  of  the  future,  we  com- 
mend to  Thee  those  causes  and  those  institutions  which 
through  him  Thou  hast  created  and  quickened  in  our  midst. 
Raise  up  among  us  those  who  can  continue  his  yet  unfinished 

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IN  IVrE^rORIAM 


work,  and  carry  it  farther  and  higher  and  wider  yet;  fit  us  all 
to  undertake  some  small  part  of  his  great  and  manifold  ser- 
vice; and  raise  up  among  us,  we  beseech  Thee,  those  who 
can  lead  on  and  out  and  up,  even  as  he  did. 

Father  of  Mercies  and  God  of  all  Comfort,  Thou  knowest 
with  what  tenderness  of  sympathy  and  affection  we  com- 
mend these  unto  Thee  upon  whom  his  loss  falls  nearest  and 
sorest.  Give  them,  even  in  these  sad  hours,  a  sustaining 
pride  in  such  a  love  as  his  was,  and  a  deepening  sense  of  the 
noble  heritage  of  one  who  feared  and  honored  Thy  name. 
Thou  knowest  what  things  they  have  need  of  before  we  ask 
Thee.  Fulfill  now,  O  Lord,  the  desire  and  petitions  of  Thy 
servants,  as  may  be  most  expedient  for  them. 

And  O  Eternal  God,  Who  hast  given  for  these  brief  years 
into  our  acquaintance  and  our  affection  this  great  soul,  lift 
up,  we  beseech  Thee,  our  eyes  also,  as  his  have  so  long  been 
lifted  up,  to  behold  the  City  that  hath  foundations,  whose 
builder  and  maker  is  God.  There  may  our  treasure  be,  as 
his  was.  There  may  we  put,  too,  our  faith  and  hope  and 
love.  On  our  ears  also,  as  so  sweetly  on  his  while  he  was  with 
us,  may  the  music  of  that  unseen  world  break  in  all  its  beauty 
and  its  transfiguring  power.  And  when  to  us  also  the  sum- 
mons shall  come,  grant,  we  beseech  Thee,  that  with  some 
such  triumphant  entrance  as  his,  we  also  may  enter  in, 
sure  like  him  not  only  of  an  abundant  welcome,  but  sure  of 
being  at  home  with  all  the  dwellers  there,  with  Jesus  Christ, 
and  with  Thee  our  God,  in  the  Father's  house  of  many 
mansions,  to  go  no  more  out  forever. 

And  now,  may  the  peace  of  God,  which  passeth  all  human 
understanding,  keep  our  hearts  and  minds  in  the  knowledge 
and  the  love  of  God ;  and  the  blessing  of  God  the  Father,  the 
faith  of  his  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,  and  the  indwelling 
presence  of  the  Divine  Spirit,  the  Comforter,  go  with  us 
from  this  place,  and  abide  with  us  and  within  us,  forever. 
Amen. 

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ADDRESS 

Delivered  at  Central  Church,  Chicago,  April  3rd,  1921 
By  Dr.  Newell  D.  Hillis 

BEGINNING  his  career  in  1856;  a  graduate  of  Ohio 
Wesley  an  College  at  nineteen  years  of  age;  pastor  of  an 
important  church  at  twenty;  called  to  Eastwood  at 
twenty-two;  author  of  a  volume  of  sermons  at  twenty- 
three,  and  of  the  "  Metamorphosis  of  a  Creed"  at  twenty- 
four;  founder  of  a  new  organization  and  builder  of  a  new 
church  in  Columbus  at  twenty-five;  called  to  a  suburb  of 
Boston  at  twenty-eight;  there  honored  with  the  close  and 
intimate  friendship  of  Phillips  Brooks;  pastor  of  the  Brown 
Memorial  in  Baltimore,  and  lecturer  in  Johns  Hopkins 
University  upon  "The  Messages  of  the  Great  English 
Poets;"  collector  of  illuminated  missals,  old  manuscripts 
and  rare  books;  then  owner  of  the  two  finest  Mauves 
in  existence,  both  now  in  the  Metropolitan  Museum  in 
New  York;  called  to  the  Plymouth  Church  of  Chicago 
at  thirty-two  years  of  age;  crowding  that  historic  church 
with  eager  and  ambitious  young  men;  empowered  by 
Philip  Armour  at  the  close  of  a  Sunday  morning  sermon 
to  spend  two  million,  eight  hundred  thousand  dollars  in 
founding  the  Armour  Institute;  a  lecturer  whose  voice 
rang  forth  hundreds  of  times  upon  the  American  plat- 
form; poet,  novelist,  author,  and  close  friend  of  Eugene 
Field,  with  whom  he  competed  in  the  search  for  first 
editions  and  rare  books;  my  own  successor  in  Central 
Church,  founded  by  Professor  Swing  in  1875,  and  where 
until  his  death  in  1894  Swing  had  his  throne  and  stretched 
wide   his    scepter;    this    myriadminded    man,    Gunsaulus, 

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IN   MPLMORIAM 


tliis  preacher,  educator,  patriot,  this  Great  Heart,  toiled 
for  the  people  of  Chicago,  for  the  Commonwealth  of 
Illinois,  and  for  this  Republic. 

His  Many-Sided  Life 

Gunsaulus  was  born  with  the  art  of  putting  things.  In 
calling  him  to  the  prophet's  desk,  God  called  his  ancestors. 
He  could  make  sentences  as  simple  as  sunshine  and  send 
them  straight  as  arrows  to  their  mark.  But  sometimes  when 
he  had  overprepared,  he  used  an  involved  and  labored  style. 
In  these  days  when  preaching  has  become  diflBcult,  passion 
is  still  left  the  preacher.  Passion  was  in  Gunsaulus,  like 
iron  in  the  blood,  like  fire  in  the  eye,  like  music  in  the  voice. 
The  pulpit  was  his  throne,  and  from  thirty  to  sixty  years  of 
age  he  ruled  great  audiences  like  an  uncrowned  king. 

In  certain  rare  and  rapt  moods  he  lifted  men  literally  out 
of  this  world.  At  his  best,  there  was  no  better.  On  heated 
and  tumultuous  occasions,  when  feeling  ran  high,  and 
antagonists  were  in  his  audience,  Gunsaulus  rose  to  certain 
levels  where  he  seemed  inspired,  and  the  multitudes  listened 
to  him  with  the  same  rapture  with  which  they  listened  to 
Theodore  Thomas'  Orchestra,  w^hen  every  violin  was 
sounding,  and  every  trumpet,  harp  and  'cello,  and  a  great 
chorus  of  human  voices,  united  in  the  superb  climax  of  some 
great  symphony.  He  had  been  preaching  for  ten  years, 
and  was  a  national  figure,when  I  finished  my  studies  in  the 
theological  seminary  in  1887,  and  often,  standing  far  off,  I 
watched  Great  Heart  standing  at  the  gates  of  the  City  of 
Man's  Soul,  calling  at  the  entrance  of  the  dark  streets,  charm- 
ing the  keeper  of  the  gate,  winning  generous  welcome, 
and  entering  in  with  warning,  comfort,  medicine,  light,  and 
inspiration.  In  those  far  off  days,  he  walked  the  streets  of 
Chicago  with  the  beauty  of  a  young  god,  and  men  knew  there 
was  nothing  they  could  not  hope  for,  from  Gunsaulus. 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


Hidings  of  Power 

Gifted  with  boundless  nervous  resources,  he  seemed  a 
man  above  physical  tire.  Because  he  could  do  many  things, 
in  many  realms,  he  often  dissipated  his  energies.  One  day 
in  the  library  of  an  English  city,  I  found  that  his  novel, 
"Monk  and  Knight,"  carried  double  stars,  and  was  referred 
to  as  the  best  historical  novel  upon  the  era  of  the  Aldine 
presses.  But  Gunsaulus  wrote  those  two  volumes  on  tele- 
graph blanks  and  scraps  of  paper,  as  he  lived  upon  railway 
trains,  and  went  from  city  to  city,  writing  by  day,  lecturing 
at  night,  living  on  sleeping  cars,  always  telegraphing,  tele- 
phoning and  writing  home  to  his  assistants  full  directions 
as  to  his  plans  for  church,  and  Institute,  and  his  students. 

Somewhere  in  his  "Phidias"  there  is  a  bit  of  verse 
written  while  standing  on  the  deck  of  a  French  steamer,  as 
he  stood  looking  down  upon  the  steel  prow  as  it  cut  its  way 
through  the  waves,  and  listening  to  the  low  throbbing  of 
that  fiery  heart  that  was  driving  the  great  ship  through  the 
storm.  And  in  that  verse  Gunsaulus  unconsciously  re- 
vealed the  mighty  passion  that  forced  his  intellect  and  life, 
with  its  rich  mental  and  spiritual  cargo  on  and  on  toward  an 
unseen  continent. 

Placed  Service  Above  Culture 

It  is  but  yesterday  that  one  of  his  letters  began  with  the 
reminder  that  with  this  week  "thirty-three  years  have  passed 
since  the  beginning  of  our  friendship,  years  when  together 
we  have  passed  through  deep  waters,  walked  under  dark 
skies,  and  together  have  known  joy  and  sorrow,  after  the 
fashion  of  those  two  disciples  on  the  walk  to  Emmaus,  but 
with  never  a  cloud  between  us  as  large  as  a  man's  hand". 
A  thousand  times,  however,  I  urged  my  old  friend  to  give 
up  all  work  not  related  to  his  pulpit  and  his  verse,  insisting 

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IN  ]\rEI\rORIAM 


that  he  should  poHsh  certain  pages  into  classic  perfection 
and  find  the  leisure  to  sing  his  songs  of  God,  and  home,  and 
love,  and  cliildhood,  and  native  land.  But  always  he  an- 
swered, that  whenever  I  would  give  up  the  lecture  platform 
and  the  heavy  task  of  publishing  a  sermon  a  week  under  his 
insistence,  that  he  would  follow  my  judgment. 

And  then  one  day  he  answered.  "Time  enough  for  study 
beyond.  Now,  for  me,  the  months  are  short.  What  I  do,  I 
must  do  quickly.  To  youth  with  root  and  sheaf  of  latent 
faculty  I  must  be  sun  and  warmth  and  rain.  And  from  be- 
yond I  will  see  my  boys  ripen  the  fruit  and  win  victories,  and 
bring  in  a  golden  age,  that  now  I  shall  die  without  seeing." 
He  put  aside  many  ambitions,  that  he  might  serve.  Many  a 
man  is  in  the  world  today  who  can  remember  the  mistake 
or  the  sin  that  WTecked  his  life,  and  pulled  down  his  house, 
and  made  it  a  black  room,  and  how,  suddenly,  in  the  time 
of  need,  he  turned  to  find  Gunsaulus  standing  beside  the 
ruin,  and  presenting  a  plan  for  rebuilding  the  wreck.  I 
knew  him  through  and  through,  and  there  neither  was,  nor 
is,  nor  can  be,  a  kinder,  braver,  knightlier  man.  One  such 
mind  and  heart  would  fully  justify  the  Christian  Church. 

His  Long  Illness 

For  years,  like  the  great  apostle,  he  carried  his  thorn  in 
the  flesh.  Extreme  overwork,  and  a  sharp  attack  of  fever, 
brought  on  inflammatory  rheumatism,  that  threatened  to 
burn  away  his  very  life.  When  a  year  had  passed,  and  the 
agony  of  sciatica  began  to  abate,  it  was  discovered  that  the 
right  hip  was  ankylosed  thus  interfering  with  circulation  and 
making  exercise  impossible.  Oft  I  have  seen  a  spasm  of 
pain  pass  over  his  face.  Full  oft  I  have  seen  his  forehead 
moist  with  beads  that  were  drops  of  agony.  In  many  a  hotel 
in  this  land  have  I  watched  the  passing  of  the  attack,  with 
spasms  growing  less  sharp,  even  as  one  watches  the  dying 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


away  of  the  lightning  upon  a  night  when  the  horizon  was 
black  with  thunder. 

Once,  that  noble  lover  of  his  fellow  men,  who  gives  his 
money  in  millions  for  strengthening  the  Armour  Institute, 
made  Dr.  Gunsaulus  enter  a  hospital  to  be  examined  by  a 
surgeon  from  Vienna.  That  expert  believed  that  with  his 
knife  he  could  restore  movement  to  the  hip  joint.  At  the 
moment  before  he  passed  under  the  ether,  Gunsaulus  ex- 
pressed regret  that  the  knife  must  be  used,  insisting  that  he 
had  little  confidence  in  the  operation.  An  hour  later,  he 
wakened  to  consciousness  and  saw  this  surgeon's  face  emerg- 
ing from  the  mist,  and  heard  a  voice  shouting,  "Cheer  up, 
Doctor!  Cheer  up!  There  is  no  hope.  There  is  no  hope." 
And  there  was  no  hope.  He  was  an  Atlas  who  was  hence- 
forth crippled,  though  he  carried  a  world  upon  his  shoulders. 

His  Characteristics 

The  characteristics  of  his  preaching  were  illustrated  in 
his  every  sermon.  He  preached  optimism  and  not  pessimism. 
He  was  positive,  and  not  negative;  he  was  constructive,  and 
not  critical.  He  never  could  have  said,  "I  know  that  the 
human  race  will  perish  in  the  wilderness,  but  I  get  along 
better  with  men  by  talking  to  them  about  the  Promised 
Land."  For  Gunsaulus'  preaching  was  not  of  the  intellect; 
it  was  born  of  experience  and  of  the  heart.  His  optimism 
was  unfailing,  because  his  faith  in  God  failed  not.  He  had  an 
immeasurable  faith  in  men,  because  they  were  in  the  image 
of  God.  The  fundamental  principles  of  the  Christian  re- 
ligion were  for  him  as  firm  as  the  mountains  and  as  clear  as 
the  stars. 

Never  was  there  a  better  friend.  He  was  an  ideal  com- 
panion. A  day  upon  the  train  with  Gunsaulus  was  like  a 
flashing  gem,  set  upon  the  iron  ring  of  the  week.  What  wit 
and  humor  were  his !   What  fountains  of  laughter  gushed  in 

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IN  ArEMORIAM 


his  speech!  He  could  etch  with  a  pen  of  a  Rembrandt  the 
portraits  of  the  deacon,  fat  and  jolly;  the  deacon  thin  and  sal- 
low, the  deacon  melancholy,  and  the  deacon  who  was  mush. 

He  had  a  hundred  experiences  to  relate,  of  the  introduc- 
tions that  he  had  endured  upon  the  platform.  Beginning 
with  the  chairman  who  said,  "Our  lecture  course  this  year 
has  been  a  failure.  Our  committee  has  not  had  either  the 
sense  or  the  experience  to  know  who  the  good  lecturers  are." 
And  ending  with  the  youth  who  said,  "Ladies  and  gentle- 
men: I  now  have  great  pleasure  in  presenting  to  this  dis- 
tinguished audience  a  man  who  needs  no  introduction  to  an 
American  audience.  Dr.  Savonarola,  who  will  give  his  great 
lecture  on  Gunsaulus."  Socrates  told  his  judges  that  he  was 
not  unwilling  to  die,  because  heaven  meant  to  him  long 
evenings  with  Homer  and  Hesiod,  and  much  good  talk.  One 
of  the  half  dozen  best  conversers  of  his  era  was  Gunsaulus. 
He  was  one  of  the  finest  raconteurs  of  any  age  or  time.  The 
future  is  the  brighter  because  it  will  mean  Gunsaulus,  leisure 
and  much  good  talk. 

For  great  multitudes  it  is  as  if  a  bright  star  had  suddenly 
disappeared  from  the  sky.  Let  us  remember  that  ships  do 
not  sink  when  they  disappear,  and  the  star  is  not  blotted  out 
because  the  orb  has  passed  beyond  the  horizon.  Now  that 
he  has  gone,  many  of  us  "look  with  altered  eyes  upon  an 
altered  world."  The  passing  of  a  great  soul,  so  vast,  so  rich, 
so  just,  so  tender  and  merciful,  makes  immortality  a  logical 
inference  that  cannot  be  denied.  Men  set  up  a  tent  for  a 
summer's  holiday;  men  build  a  Parthenon  and  a  Louvre  for 
enduring  centuries.  It  is  intellectually  absurd  that  this 
great  man  should  have  been  built  like  a  temple,  and  cathe- 
dral, and  stored  with  all  the  treasures  gathered  through  sixty 
and  more  summers  and  winters,  and  then,  when  the  preacher 
scholar,  teacher,  orator,  and  poet  is  just  ready  for  his  work, 
was  brought  into  that  goal  named  a  black  hole,  digged  in  the 
waving  grass. 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


The  logical  inferences  from  the  being  of  God  are  not 
simply  the  ultimate  triumph  of  right  over  wrong,  of  truth 
over  error,  with  the  pledge  of  the  resources  of  this  Unseen 
Being  to  man,  but  also  the  life  immortal.  In  dying,  Gun- 
saulus  journeyed  on  alone,  and  that  was  a  new  experience. 
Always  before,  he  had  insisted  that  the  path  he  chose  must 
be  wide  enough  to  include  many  pilgrims,  despite  the  fact 
that  the  travelers  filled  the  air  with  dust.  At  the  end,  he 
might  have  whispered  with  Robert  Hall,  to  the  Lord  and 
Master  of  us  all,  "Lo,  these  are  the  sheep  thou  gavest  me, 
and  not  one  of  them  is  lost." 

For  many,  many  years  to  multitudes  he  has  been  a  pillar 
of  cloud  by  day  and  a  pillar  of  fire  by  night,  and  now  that  the 
splendor  has  passed  from  the  clouds,  and  the  glory  has  gone 
from  the  sky,  it  is  for  us  to  rejoice  that  he  brought  his  band 
of  celestial  pilgrims  to  the  very  edge  of  the  Promised  Land, 
and  saw  his  host  encamped  and  hanging  out  signals  of 
victory. 


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MEMORIAL  SERVICE 

AINIEMORIAL  Service   was   held   in  the  Auditorium, 
Chicago,  on  Sunday  afternoon,  April  24th,  with  the 
following  program : 

Ex-Governor  Frank  O.  Lowden  of  Illinois  acting  as  Chairman. 

Invocation  by  Dr.  Frederick  F.  Shannon. 

Hymn:  "Hide  me.  Lord,  in  Thy  Pavilion." 
Words  by  Dr.  Gunsaulus. 


Announcement 

Address:   "Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Minister." 

"Christ  is  Eternal."   Words  by  Dr. 

Gunsaulus 


Address:  "Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Educator." 

Address:  "Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Art  Lover." 

Hymn :  '  'O  Love  that  will  not  let  me  go." 
Words  by  George  Matheson. 

Address:    "Dr.  Gunsaulus,  the  Citizen."  . 

Presentation  of  Resolutions. 

Hallelujah  Chorus. — Handel 

Benediction 


Hon.  Frank  0.  Lowden. 
Bishop  Frank  N.  Bristol. 

Central  Church  Chorus. 
Dean  Louis  C.  Monin. 
Charles  L.  Hutchinson. 


Edgar  A.  Bancroft. 
Bernard  E.  Sunny. 
Central  Church  Chorus. 
Rt.  Rev.  Samuel  T.  Fallows. 


[41] 


INTRODUCTORY  REMARKS 

By  Chairman  Honorable  Frank  O.  Lowden 

THE  world  is  poorer  today  because  Dr.  Gunsaulus  has 
gone,  especially  to  those  of  us  who  were  wont,  Sunday 
after  Sunday,  to  gather  in  this  Auditorium,  and  which, 
under  his  influence,  became  a  veritable  temple  to  us. 
It  is,  indeed,  a  solemn  occasion.  So  instinct  was  he  with 
life,  that  it  is  difficult  to  realize  that  we  shall  see  him  no 
more.  It  is  hard  for  us  to  believe  that  that  great  heart, 
which  never  ceased  to  beat  in  sympathy  with  all  who 
were  weak,  or  all  who  were  in  need,  or  all  who  required 
help;  it  is  hard  for  us  to  realize  that  that  hearth  as  ceased 
forever. 

I  remember  well  the  first  service  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  in  this 
hall.  There  are  many  here  today  who  will  recall  it.  From 
that  day  to  this,  this  has  been  a  sacred  place,  where  men 
and  women  have  gathered  to  renew  their  courage  and  their 
hope,  to  gather  inspiration  for  the  coming  week.  No  words 
of  mine  could  be  as  fitting  on  this  occasion  as  some  words 
which  that  other  great  preacher,  David  Swing,  the  first 
pastor  of  this  church,  uttered  years  ago,  and  whom  we 
have  never  ceased  to  revere  in  all  the  years  that  have  come 
and  gone  since  he  left  us,  and  I  am  sure  that  when,  on 
some  far  distant  future  occasion,  members  of  this  church, 
will  gather  here,  they  will  cherish  in  their  minds  and 
hearts  the  same  tenderness  and  the  same  devotion  to  the 
memory  of  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  that  we,  who  are  older 
now,  felt  for  David  Swing.  These  are  the  words  of  David 
Swing  that  were  uttered  on  a  similar  occasion  to  this,  and  I 
will  now  read  them : 

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IN   MEMORIAL 


"The  sad  memories  which  death  brings  are  a  part  of 
our  education.  Under  the  influence  of  an  absent  soul,  the 
heart  softens.  ^lan  goes  forth  each  day  more  the  friend  of 
his  race  and  more  of  a  worshiper  of  God.  The  death  of  a 
friend  exalts  those  who  remain  to  work,  but  sorrow  must 
ennoble  duty,  not  end  it.  We  must  so  feel  that  death  is  a 
part  of  God's  plan  and  a  part  of  God's  love  that  he  gives 
to  the  lowliest.  One  must  seem  attached  to  the  work  we 
are  to  do.  These  tomes  and  these  duties  are  entangled.  We 
cannot  separate  them.  We  cannot  put  asunder  what  God 
has  joined  together.  May  all  who  mourn  have  such  faith 
in  the  teachings  of  our  Christian  religion  that  each  absent 
one  may  make  duty  more  sacred,  happiness  higher  and 
deeper  and  heaven  nearer." 

The  first  speaker  upon  the  program  will  speak  to  the 
subject  of  Gunsaulus,  the  Preacher,  and  no  man  in  all 
America  could  be  found  better  suited  for  that  than  the  life- 
long friend  of  our  friend,  the  great  preacher  himself,  and 
I  have  the  pleasure  of  introducing  Bishop  Bristol. 


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DR.  GUNSAULUS,  THE  MINISTER 

By  Bishop  Frank  M.  Bristol,  of  Methodist  Church 

THE  presence  of  this  great  assembly  of  the  representa- 
tive citizens  of  Chicago  is,  in  itself,  a  more  eloquent 
tribute  to  the  memory  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  than  any  that  can 
be  spoken  by  the  lips  of  any  individual. 

If  by  some  subtle  power  one  were  able  to  gather  from 
these  minds  and  hearts,  like  fragant  flowers  from  woodland 
and  meadow,  and  gardens,  all  the  hallowed  memories,  all 
the  fine  sweet  thoughts  of  admiration  and  appreciation,  all 
the  feelings  of  love  and  grief  and  all  the  sentiments  of  un- 
dying gratitude,  which  are  ours  today,  and  then  were 
able  to  write  and  present  them  in  most  beautiful  and  noble 
phrase,  that  only  and  nothing  less  than  that  could  form 
a  tribute  worthy  to  garland  the  name  of  Frank  Wakely 
Gunsaulus. 

So  many  sided  was  his  genius,  so  varied  were  his  accom- 
plishments, so  diversified  and  multiplied  were  his  activities, 
and  in  so  many  different  directions  did  his  beneficent  in- 
fluence extend  that  it  has  seemed  wise  to  present  the  most 
prominent  and  striking  phases  of  his  character  and  life  not 
in  one  but  in  several  addresses. 

To  me  has  been  assigned  the  inestimable  privilege  of 
presenting  an  appreciation  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  as  a  minister. 

But  yesterday  I  stood  again  before  that  remarkably 
life-like  portrait  of  my  dearest  friend  in  the  Art  Institute. 
Once  more  he  seemed  to  speak  to  me  and  in  the  old  familiar 
way  said:  "Frank  Bristol,  you  know  that  above  all  else  in 
this  world  I  have  wished  to  be  known  and  I  now  wish  to  be 
remembered  as  a  minister  of  the  Gospel." 

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Portrait  by  Louis  Belts,  1904.     Owned  by  the  Art  Institute  of  (liicagt) 


IN    -NTEMORIA^r 


On  this  theme  it  will  be  difficult  to  avoid  superlatives. 
To  excel  in  the  highest  and  holiest  of  all  callings  is  an  achieve- 
ment possible  only  to  a  man  of  uncommon  endowments. 

The  great  preacher  is  a  composite  being,  combining  in 
one  masterful  individuality — the  orator  and  actor,  the  poet 
and  philosopher,  the  scholar  and  teacher,  the  dreamer  and  the 
seer.  These  diversified  gifts  contribute  to  the  glory  of  his 
power,  as  the  refraction  and  reflection  of  its  multiplied  facets 
produce  the  matchless  splendor  of  the  diamond. 

It  has  been  given  to  few  in  the  history  of  the  American 
pulpit  to  so  adequately  realize  this  ideal  of  the  great  preacher 
as  did  Doctor  Gunsaulus. 

That  brilliant  mind  would  have  made  him  a  man  of 
distinction  in  any  profession  which  he  might  have  chosen. 
He  elected  to  be  a  minister;  and,  to  be  a  great  preacher  of  the 
Gospel  of  Jesus  Christ  he  esteemed  as  the  highest  of  all 
earthly  dignities,  and  the  most  divinely  ordained  vocation  for 
greatest  service  to  mankind. 

His  call  to  the  ministry  found  him  a  living  embodiment 
of  the  first  person;  singular  number,  present  tense,  impera- 
tive— "I  must." 

As  by  a  divine  compulsion,  his  whole  strenuous,  tireless 
life  was  lived  in  the  imperative  mood.  He  spoke,  therefore 
as  one  sent  from  God.  All  who  listened  felt  the  deep,  glow- 
ing sincerity  of  his  message  and  yielded  to  the  strange  win- 
someness  and  power  of  his  manly  convictions. 

Rarely  does  there  come  to  the  pulpit  a  man  who  is  so 
rich  a  combination  of  reason  and  imagination,  emotion  and 
intellect,  logical  acumen  and  poetic  sensibilities, — esthetic 
feeling  and  common  sense,  prophetic  vision  and  inspirational 
force. 

A  university  man,  thoroughly  furnished  in  the  learning 
and  scholarship  of  his  high  calling,  an  omniverous  reader  in 
all  departments  of  literature,  master  of  all  lore,  lover  of 
books  and  of  men,  of  poetry,  art  and  music,  his  mind  stored 

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FRANK  WAKELY   GUNSAULUS 


with  an  amazing  wealth  of  historical  and  biographical  knowl- 
edge, a  student  of  the  social,  educational,  economic,  and 
secular  as  well  as  religious  problems  of  his  day,  our 
princely  Gunsaulus  consecrated  his  transcendent  natural 
gifts  and  all  the  wealth  of  his  attainments  to  the  ministry  of 
the  glorious  Gospel. 

Though  we  were  never  acquainted  with  another  man 
who  knew  so  much  about  so  many  things  and  knew  it  so 
well,  we  are  convinced  that  the  central,  dominating  ele- 
ment of  his  power  was  that  virile,  winning,  forceful,  magnetic 
personality.  Doctor  Williams,  professor  of  Greek  in  the 
Ohio  Wesleyan  University,  once  told  me  that  young  Gunsau- 
lus was  by  reason  of  his  charming  personality  the  most 
popular  student  in  the  University  of  his  time.  "In  the 
days  of  Chapel  orations,"  said  the  professor,  "we  always 
had  a  full  attendance  on  Chapel  exercises  when  it  was 
known  that  Frank  Gunsaulus  was  to  give  the  oration." 
Learned  faculty  and  students  alike  gave  their  hearts  to  this 
magnetic  man. 

When  he  entered  upon  his  ministry  that  same  winning, 
attracting,  heart-conquering  personality  made  his  pulpit  a 
center  and  a  throne  of  power;  it  gave  to  the  dignity  and 
grandeur  of  his  style  a  convincing  and  persuasive  charm  that 
held  audiences  spell  bound  while  men  caught  new  visions 
of  God,  saw  new  glories  of  saving  grace  in  Jesus  Christ 
and  heard  the  inner  divine  call  to  the  clearer  duty  and  the 
higher  life.  His  admirers,  nay  his  followers,  for  he  was  a 
leader,  became  thousands  of  such  as 

"Loved  him  so,  followed  him,  honored  him. 
Lived  in  his  mild  and  magnificent  eye. 
Learned  his  great  language,  caught  his  clear  accents. 
Made  him  their  pattern  to  live  and  to  die." 

With  all  the  breadth  and  liberality  of  his  theological 
views,  the  opulence  and  universality  of  his  knowledge,  his 
appreciation  of  religious  indebtedness  to  science,  philosophy, 

[46] 


IX  ME.ArORIA^r 


criticism  and  all  higher  learning,  Doctor  Gunsaulus  was  a 
thinker  and  teacher  whose  convictions  were  of  sovereign 
authority  in  his  ministry  and  whose  faith  in  the  eternal 
verities  of  religion  rooted  itself  in  the  profoundest  depths  of 
his  strong  mental  and  spiritual  constitution.  Hence,  there 
was  never  an  uncertain,  hesitating  or  equivocal  tone  in  his 
Gospel  message.  He  did  not  teach  by  negation  but  by 
aflBrmation;  always  clearly,  positively,  convincingly  setting 
forth  the  truth.  As  a  preacher  of  the  Word  he  was  neither 
technically  exegetical  nor  topical,  didactic  nor  hortatory 
but,  with  his  chaste  and  manly  eloquence  he  was  always 
gloriously  inspirational. 

In  his  mastery  of  the  Scriptures,  he  taught  the  spirit 
of  the  Word  and  never  sacrificed  the  spirit  to  the  letter.  He 
presented  religion  to  men  not  as  a  creed,  a  formulary,  a 
ceremony  or  even  a  philosophy,  but  as  a  life,  as  the  complete 
abundant  ideal  life.  He  declared  the  truth  so  unanswerably, 
with  such  a  "Sweet  reasonableness"  that  his  auditors  could 
have  no  argument  with  him.  They  simply  surrendered.  One 
might  as  reasonably  argue  against  the  beauty  of  the  lily, 
the  fragrance  of  the  rose,  the  song  of  the  lark,  the  onward 
sweep  of  the  river,  the  majesty  of  the  mountain,  the  glory  of 
the  stars  or  the  proud  music  of  the  storm,  or  the  splendor 
of  the  morning  as  against  the  preaching  of  a  God-sent  man 
whose  most  characteristic  message  to  humanity  was: 
"Whatsoever  things  are  true,  whatsoever  things  are  honest, 
whatsoever  things  are  just,  whatsoever  things  are  pure, 
whatsoever  things  are  lovely,  whatsoever  things  are  of  good 
report,  if  there  be  any  virtue  and  if  there  be  any  praise, 
think  on  these  things."  Who  has  done  more  in  this  com- 
munity during  the  past  thirty-four  years  than  Doctor 
Gunsaulus  to  make  men  "think  on  these  things".'^  Ever  was 
this  big-brained  stalwart  man  of  God 

"Filling  our  souls  with  sentiments  august. 
The  beautiful,  the  brave,  the  holy  and  the  just." 

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FRANK  WAKELY   GUNSAULUS 


Those  who  came  to  hear  this  great  preacher  went 
thoughtfully  on  their  way  not  with  a  new  philosophical 
theory  vexing  their  wits,  not  with  a  new  and  executive 
theological  formulary  upsetting  their  convictions,  not 
with  a  new  exegetical  interpretation  of  some  non-essential 
text  of  scripture,  but  they  went  on  their  way  with  a  great 
new,  uplifting  inspiration,  with  a  new,  sweet  light  kindling 
within,  with  a  new  vision  of  the  life  that  now  is  and  of  that 
which  is  to  come,  with  a  new  faith  in  God  and  in  humanity, 
and  with  a  new  ideal  of  character  to  be  realized  by  experience 
in  "The  measure  of  the  stature  of  the  fullness  of  Christ." 

Doctor  Gunsaulus  was  no  less  perfect  a  genius  as  a 
preacher  than  others  have  been  genius  gifted  in  art,  in 
poetry,  in  music,  in  invention,  in  science  or  in  statesmanship. 

"Born  for  success  he  seemed, 
With  grace  to  win,  with  heart  to  hold. 
With  shining  gifts  that  took  all  eyes." 

We  always  felt  flattered,  at  least  honored  that  he  came 
to  his  pulpit  thoroughly  prepared  to  deliver  both  an  edifying 
and  important  message.  He  felt  the  obligation  and  the 
responsibility  of  a  great  mind  in  presenting  the  most  essential 
truths  in  the  more  attractive  and  convincing  style.  He 
explored  all  the  realms  of  knowledge  that  he  might  bring 
the  richest  contributions  of  science,  art,  philosophy,  criti- 
cism, poetry,  history  and  music,  as  the  wise  men  of  the  East 
brought  their  gifts  of  gold  and  frankincense  and  myrrh  to 
honor  and  glorify  Jesus  Christ  as  the  King  of  Kings  and 
Lord  of  Lords. 

He  preached,  not  speculatively,  apologetically,  but  as  a 
prophet  whose  lips  the  angel  had  touched  with  the  living 
fire  of  holy  inspirations.  He  came  to  his  pulpit  as  Milton 
would  say,  from  "Beholding  the  bright  countenance  of 
truth  in  the  quiet  and  still  air  of  delightful  studies;"  he 
came  from  the  majestic  silences  of  hallowed  meditation,  he 
came  as  one  who  had  been  alone  with  God,  on  the  summits 

[48] 


IN   INIEMORIA^r 


where  rests  the  heavenly  Hght,  as  one  who  had  walked  with 
Jesus  and  had  sweet  converse  with  him  among  the  hills  and 
through  the  vineyards  and  by  the  sea. 

One  has  said  that  after  John  Bunyan  liad  died  on  his 
Master's  bosom,  he  could  ever  after  say  *'I  have  heard  the 
beating  of  God's  heart."  Gunsaulus  had  heard  the  beating 
of  God's  heart. 

It  is  the  illumination  and  power  of  a  Gospel  ministry 
such  as  this  that  saves  the  pulpit  from  the  charge  of  dull- 
ness, inanity,  and  uninteresting  uninforming  commonplace. 
No  cant,  no  stereotyped  phraseology,  no  quibbling  over  non- 
essentials, no  arrogant  dogmatism,  no  ecclesiastical  pro- 
fessionalism weakened  the  power  and  authority  of  his 
message.  His  sermons  were  not  mere  bouquets,  rhetorical 
flowers,  culled  from  the  gardens  of  literature,  and  presented 
to  his  audiences  in  apt  and  felicitous  quotations.  They  were 
honey  from  the  rock  of  the  mountain  of  God.  And  if  he 
gathered  nectar  from  the  fragant  flowers  blooming  in  the 
gardens  of  history  and  letters,  it  passed  through  the  living 
alembic  of  his  own  mind  and  heart  to  be  spiritually  trans- 
muted into  food  for  the  soul,  "Sweeter  than  honey  and  the 
honey  comb." 

As  he  ever  saw  and  felt  the  charm  of  the  ideal,  so  did  he 
ever  teach  by  presenting  the  ideal.  Let  beauty  teach  beauty, 
let  truth  teach  truth,  let  perfection  teach  perfection.  It 
was  Michael  Angelo's  method  to  teach,  not  by  criticisms, 
but  by  creation,  not  by  fault  finding  and  denunciation,  but 
by  presenting  the  beauty  of  the  ideal.  So  in  the  divine  art 
of  fashioning  soul  and  character  this  was  the  method  of  Dr. 
Gunsaulus.  If  he  was  a  man  of  books,  enamoured  of  music, 
poetry  and  art,  so  was  he  a  son  of  nature  who  found 

"Tongues  in  trees,  books  in  the  running  brooks, 
Sermons  in  stones,  and  good  in  everything." 

Surely  Cowper's  charge  could  not  be  laid  to  him — 

[49] 


Q^ 


.•!^¥-'"' 


/>- 


FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


"Of  dropping  buckets  into  empty  wells. 
And  growing  old  in  drawing  nothing  up." 

What  boundless,  fathomless  resources  were  at  his  com- 
mand !  Out  of  the  fountain's  depths  of  his  own  great  heart, 
out  of  the  sad  and  joyful  experiences  of  life,  out  of  the  history 
of  humanity,  out  of  the  sighs  and  music,  the  tears  and 
laughter  of  the  world,  out  of  the  shadowing  mysteries, 
and  out  of  the  illuminating  revelations  brought  he  forth 
things  new  and  old,  but  never  came  he  save  with  a  full  mind 
and  a  full  heart  to  impart  wisdom  and  understanding. 

As  we  call  to  mind  the  truly  great  preachers  of  the  past 
half  century,  in  the  immortal  galaxy  with  Beecher,  and 
Spurgeon,  Liddon  and  Farrar,  Storrs  and  Simpson,  Brooks 
and  Swing  will  ever  shine  the  name  of  Gunsaulus. 

But  with  such  encomium  we  make  bold  to  add  that  in 
certain  characteristics,  he  stands  alone  and  peerless  in  our 
memory.  Doctor  Gunsaulus  came  to  realize  with  more 
profound  conviction  that  his  ministry  was  to  the  future,  he 
must  help  to  mould  the  tomorrow,  hence  his  devotion  to  the 
training  of  the  youth.  Salvation,  to  him,  had  a  very  broad 
and  all  comprehensive  meaning.  To  save  our  boys  from 
ignorance,  poverty  and  crime,  to  give  them  a  vision  of  life, 
in  all  its  possibilities,  of  usefulness,  and  of  greatness,  to  make 
them  self-reliant  and  capable,  efficient  in  the  world  of 
activity,  to  inspire  them  with  the  purpose  to  work  out  their 
own  salvation,  that  was  his  dream  and  that  was  his  mission. 
Saving  the  soul  meant  saving  the  man,  the  whole  man,  saving 
the  life,  saving  it  for  God  and  humanity.  It  meant  a  cleaner, 
more  perfect  physical  life,  a  more  highly  trained  intellectual 
life,  a  purer  spiritual  life.  It  meant  better  food,  better 
clothing,  better  shelter,  better  health,  better  education, 
better  morals,  a  better  job  and  a  better  chance  in  this  world 
as  well  as  a  better  hope  for  the  world  to  come.  And  what  is 
all  this  but  the  religion  of  Him  who  went  about  doing  good, 
opening  the  eyes  of  the  blind,  unstopping  the  ears  of  the 

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deaf,  causing  the  dumb  to  sing,  the  hime  to  walk  and  the 
impotent  to  take  on  strength?  What  a  host  of  competent, 
educated,  high  minded  successful  men  and  women  today 
rise  up  and  call  him  blessed,  who  in  his  ministry  of  faith 
and  courage  of  prei)aredness  and  opportunity  of  a  new  pur- 
pose and  a  fair  chance,  taught  them  how  to  front  the  future 
with  hope  and  how  to  make  their  lives  sublime.  It  was  a 
sermon  by  Doctor  Gunsaulus,  delivered  in  Plymouth  Church, 
that  wakened  in  the  heart  of  one  of  Chicago's  philanthropists 
the  purpose  that  created  Armour  Institute.  That  sermon 
preached  w^hen  the  prophetic  fire  was  burning  in  his  bones, 
lays  all  the  future  under  contribution  to  his  fame. 

No  man  among  us  was  recognized  as  a  higher  authority 
on  what  is  true  and  beautiful  in  art,  finest  in  literature,  more 
elevating  and  worship  inspiring  in  music,  most  essential  and 
fundamental  in  education,  most  indispensable  to  the  social 
welfare  and  to  the  religion  that  makes  for  personal  honor  and 
for  the  righteousness  that  exalteth  a  nation.  No  preacher, 
no  man,  has  set  more  of  us  to  thinking  noble  thoughts, 
reading  good  books,  understanding  and  admiring  high 
art,  appreciating  and  demanding  the  best  music  in  religious 
worship,  living  Jesus  Christ,  and  serving  our  fellow  men. 

In  his  relations  with  people  he  had  the  genius  of  ap- 
proach, and  his  adaptability  to  all  manly  companionships 
was  more  than  a  talent.  He  was  at  home  everywhere — in 
the  poor  man's  cottage  or  the  rich  man's  palace.  He  was 
everybody's  friend,  nay  he  was  everybody's  big,  strong, 
generous  soul-inspiring  brother.  All  Chicago  knew  him, 
honored  him,  loved  him.  The  poet  and  the  peddler,  the 
artist  and  the  artizan,  learned  professors  and  laboring  people, 
the  millionaire  and  the  moneyless,  yes,  the  saints  and 
sinners  all,  they  knew  him,  they  honored  him,  they  loved 
him,  they  revere  his  memory.  And  today  every  man  and 
woman  and  child,  whether  of  low  or  high  degree,  feels  a 
loss  beyond  all  measure  of  expression  for  something  great  and 

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beautiful  and  good  has  gone  out  of  our  lives  in  the  passing 
of  this  noble  soul  and  the  earthly  ending  of  this  hallowed  and 
glorious  ministry.  When  he  passed  away  no  preacher  of 
his  time  had  a  more  universal  fame. 

It  was  said  of  the  men  who  as  architects  and  masons 
conceived  and  piled  into  magnificence  the  vast  and  stately 
Cathedrals  of  England  that  they  built  their  lives  into  those 
beautiful  walls,  those  stately  columns,  those  graceful  spires 
of  the  houses  of  God. 

So  hath  this  man  built  his  life  into  the  characters  and 
successful  careers  of  thousands,  built  his  life  into  the  endur- 
ing strength  and  greatness  of  this  city.  His  ministry  has 
been  a  vital  power  in  fashioning  the  better  and  greater 
Chicago.  His  name,  his  life,  his  genius,  his  soul,  belongs  to 
her  imperishable  history. 

I  lay  all  these  superlatives  of  love,  honor,  gratitude  and 
praise  upon  the  altar  of  his  memory;  "For  know  ye  not  that 
a  prince  and  a  great  man  has  fallen  this  day  in  Israel." 


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DOCTOR  GUNSAULUS,  THE  EDUCATOR 

Address  by  Louis  C.  Monin,  Dean  of 
Armour  Institute  of  Technology. 

rjlHE  axe  has  been  laid  to  the  tree,  and  a  mighty  man  has 
-*■  fallen.  We  are  gathered  here  to-day  for  a  memorial 
service,  our  hearts  full  of  sorrow  in  the  great  bereavement 
which  has  come  to  our  institution,  to  our  city,  to  our  country, 
in  the  death  of  our  beloved  friend.  Doctor  Frank  Wakely 
Gunsaulus.  We  are  also  gathered  here  to-day,  however,  in 
the  resolve  that  the  work  which  he  has  left  unfinished, 
whether  it  be  in  the  church,  or  the  school,  or  the  home,  or  the 
state,  shall  be  continued  in  loyalty  and  with  the  enthusiasm 
of  his  inspiration  and  leadership,  and  in  the  spirit  of  him 
who  has  left  us. 

Education  has  been  defined  as  "the  conscious  influence  of 
one  will  upon  another  so  as  to  produce  in  it  a  conformity  to 
an  ideal  which  it  sets  before  it; — "  an  ideal  of  scholarship, 
or  of  conduct,  or  of  citizenship,  or  of  manhood  and  woman- 
hood. Doctor  Gunsaulus  did  not  lack  the  essential  parts  of 
this  definition.  He  had  the  human  material  to  work  with; 
he  had  his  powerful  will,  almost  resistless,  and  he  had  the 
ideals.  What  made  him  an  educator,  however,  I  think,  are 
two  or  three  fundamental  characteristics  and  convictions 
which  he  held.  In  the  first  place,  he  always  believed  that 
this  is  an  orderly  universe.  All  science  makes  this  assumption, 
and  is  based  on  this;  all  civilization  rests  upon  order,  upon 
restraint,  upon  law,  upon  discipline.  And,  therefore,  you 
must  bring  order  into  human  affairs;  you  must  bring  order 
into  the  human  mind.  He  thoroughly  believed  in  the  demand 
that  antiquity  made  through  its  philosophers  and  poets, 

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when  they  said,  "Bring  harmony  within  your  own  mind  and 
your  ideas;  bring  your  ideas  into  harmony  with  one  another." 
He  also  beUeved  that  we  must  bring,  as  the  Middle  Ages 
have  demanded,  our  ideas  into  harmony  with  authority,  the 
authority  of  the  law,  the  authority  of  God's  Word.  And  he 
did  believe,  as  our  modern  time  demands,  that  we  must  bring 
our  ideas  into  harmony  with  facts. 

Next,  he  believed,  and  it  was  his  firm  conviction,  that 
morality  is  part  and  parcel  of  the  constitution  of  this  uni- 
verse. Frequently  he  has  told  our  students  and  our  faculty, 
"I  do  not  think  that  morality  is  the  mere  means  to  prosper- 
ity or  to  happiness,  but  it  is  imbedded  in  the  constitution  of 
this  universe,  and,  therefore,  it  must  be  part  and  parcel  of 
your  own  constitution,  and  of  every  institution,  of  every 
city,  and  of  every  state." 

And  finally,  he  was  learning  every  day.  He  was  develop- 
ing constantly.  When  I  asked  him  once,  after  he  came  back 
from  one  of  his  long  lecturing  tours,  "Doctor,  when  do  you 
make  your  sermons;  when  do  you  take  time  for  that.?"  he 
said,  "I  am  at  it  all  the  time." 

One  of  our  friends  has  rightly  remarked  that  some  of  us 
must  wait  for  the  psychological  moment  if  we  w^ant  to  do 
something,  or  accomplish  much;  but  for  Dr.  Gunsaulus  every 
moment  was  the  psychological  moment  when  he  was  about 
what  he  had  intended  to  do. 

So  he  was  learning;  he  was  developing;  he  was  rising  day 
after  day,  and  the  Chinese  proverb  is  indeed  applicable  to 
him:  "It  is  not  the  cry,  but  the  rising  of  the  wild  duck,  that 
makes  the  flock  follow  him."  And  that  was  the  secret  of  his 
power  as  an  educator. 

He  believed  in  order  and  in  discipline.  He  believed  in 
morality  as  the  constitution  of  this  universe,  and  he  himself 
was  constantly  rising  to  meet  the  highest  ideals  which  man- 
kind had  set  before  itself  through  its  philosophers,  its 
prophets,  and  its  poets. 

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IN   MEIVTORIAM 


Many  are  the  schools,  institutions,  and  associations 
which  he  has  influenced.  The  Armour  Institute  of  Tech- 
nology he  loved  as  a  father  loves  his  cliild.  He  often  called 
it,  "Mv  child." 

When  he  had  preached  that  memorable  sermon  in 
Plymouth  Church,  and  the  founder  of  our  institution  had 
asked  him  afterwards,  "Will  you  put  into  practice  what  you 
have  been  preaching;  namely,  that  education  should  develop 
the  entire  personality,"  (as  the  Doctor  often  expressed  it, 
"head,  heart  and  hand")  the  Doctor  joyfully  replied  that 
he  would.  Thus,  the  Armour  Institute  was  started  and 
founded  in  1892,  as  a  school  to  teach  everything  to  anybody. 
It  was  a  magnificent  comprehensive  scheme,  as  only  citizens 
of  Chicago  could  have  undertaken.  Bye  and  bye,  when  its 
doors  opened,  there  was  a  college  of  engineering;  there  was 
an  academy  with  four  years  of  high  school  work;  there  was 
a  domestic  science  department,  with  cooking,  millinery,  and 
sewing;  there  was  a  department  of  art;  there  was  a  depart- 
ment of  commerce;  a  department  that  taught  librarians; 
a  department  for  kindergarten  teachers,  and  I  am  sure  that 
if  the  founder  and  our  good  friend  could  have  found  a  few 
more  departments  of  human  endeavor,  they  would  have 
incorporated  them  into  their  scheme  of  education. 

But  bye  and  bye  it  was  found  that  you  cannot  spread  over 
all  creation  even  in  education,  and  that  you  must  begin  to 
specialize.  So  bye  and  bye,  one  after  another,  these  depart- 
ments were  either  discontinued,  or  they  went  elsewhere. 
The  library  department  is  now  a  part  of  the  University  of 
Illinois.  Our  cooking  and  millinery  department  is  the 
Chicago  School  of  Domestic  Science,  and  even  finally,  in 
1909,  the  Armour  Scientific  Academv  was  discontinued  be- 
cause  the  high  schools  of  the  city  do  that  work  excellently, 
and  there  is  no  need  of  duplication.  Thus  there  remained  as 
the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology  a  college  of  engineer- 
ing, with  a  minister  as  president.    Strange  to  say  that  a 

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minister  should  be  president  of  a  college  teaching  mechanical 
engineering,  electrical  engineering,  civil  engineering,  chem- 
ical engineering,  fire  protection  engineering,  and  architecture. 
And  yet,  of  course,  the  educational  training  of  young  men 
to  be  citizens  and  public  servants  is  chiefly  an  educational 
rather  than  an  engineering  problem.  Dr.  Gunsaulus' 
presence  and  work  in  the  Armour  Institute  was  very  valu- 
able, not  only  to  the  students,  and  to  the  faculty,  but  also 
to  him.  Often  he  would  remark,  "It  brings  me  down  from 
the  clouds  of  the  imagination  to  the  firm  earth  of  fact  and 
daily  life." 

Scientific  methods,  the  methods  of  mathematics,  physics, 
and  chemistry,  with  their  insistence  on  faithfulness  to  fact, 
appealed  to  him.  He  admired  them  very  much,  and  it  was, 
indeed,  interesting  to  watch,  day  by  day,  this  tremendous 
personality,  this  glorious  imagination,  this  fine  intellect 
straining  to  come  back  to  some  practical  problem  of  the  day. 

Of  course,  he  was  not  an  educator,  in  the  sense  that  he  was 
a  pedagogue.  Class-room  details  and  schedules  and  labora- 
tory hours  did  not  interest  him  very  much.  He  was  not  a 
man  to  work  details,  but  he  was  a  leader, — he  was  a  seer. 
He  found  out  in  this  engineering  college  that  there  are  two 
worlds,  the  world  of  facts  and  the  world  of  values, — the  one 
dealing  with  judgments  of  what  is,  and  the  other  dealing 
with  judgments  of  what  ought  to  be;  the  one  using  observa- 
tion and  experiment  with  exact  methods;  the  other  being 
an  appreciation  and  gaining  spiritual  power.  Therefore,  his 
former,  already  pretty  well  defined  ideal  of  education,  viz., 
that  it  ought  to  train  hand,  heart,  and  head,  resolved  itself 
into  the  fine  philosophy  that  education  has  two  tasks,  the 
one  to  develop  personality,  and  the  other  to  prepare  for 
performance.  Personality  means  self  development.  Per- 
formance means  service  and  self-restraint.  Personality 
needs  inspiration  and  power;  performance  needs  instruction 
and  discipline,  and  these  two  streams  of  influence  he  gathered 

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IN   MEMORIAL 


up  in  his  comprehensive  conception  of  what  an  engineering 
college  should  do,  and  next,  of  what  every  educational  in- 
stitution should  procure. 

His  direct  and  daily  contact  with  young  men  of  vigorous 
lives  left  room  and  scope  for  his  lunuor.  One  splendid  and 
outstanding  quality  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus'  character  was  his 
humor.  How  often,  when  with  anxiety  I  went  into  his  office 
with  some  message  displeasing  and  disagreeable, — he  would 
see  and  read  the  bad  news  on  my  face.  Then  he  would  say, 
"Don't  talk,  I  will  tell  you  a  story."  And  the  clouds  cleared 
away.  Many  a  Monday  morning,  he  would  ask  me,  "Were 
you  in  church  yesterday?"  "No,  Doctor,"  hesitatingly, 
"Well,  never  mind,  sit  down,  you  will  get  it  anyway."  And 
then  he  talked  to  me  for  two  hours — three  hours, — educating 
a  willing  and  grateful  listener. 

He  was  always  educating  either  himself  or  others.  I 
remember  a  trip  I  made  with  him  once  eastward.  We  sat  in 
a  Pullman.  It  was  very  warm,  and  he  was  restless.  He  said, 
"Let  us  go  to  the  smoking  compartment,  I  know  you  want  to 
smoke."  While  we  were  there  in  the  crowded  compart- 
ment, the  talk  of  the  other  travellers  went  on.  Some  jokes 
were  told  which  he  did  not  like.  Suddenly  he  said,  "I  will 
read  something  to  you."  He  pulled  out  Tennyson's  "In 
Memoriam,"  and  started  to  read  to  me, — that  is  to  say, 
through  me  and  through  the  smoke,  to  the  others.  Gradually 
the  talk  subsided;  the  train  rolled  on  for  an  hour  and 
longer,  and  everybody  listened  to  the  magnificent,  modulated 
voice,  reading  "In  Memoriam."  Afterwards,  when  he  had 
left,  one  of  the  men  said  to  me,  "Who  was  that  fellow?" 
I  told  him  he  was  Dr.  Gunsaulus  of  Chicago.  He  said, 
"I  never  met  him,  but  I  wish  he  had  continued  to  read  a  little 
while  longer." 

And  so  he  was  educating  always;  educating  those  who 
needed  it  most  and  asked  for  it,  or  those  who  thought  they 
did  not  need  it.    Speaking  of  his  humor,  I  may  be  pardoned 

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a  few  personal  reminiscences.  For  twenty-eight  years  I 
worked  shoulder  to  shoulder  with  him.  I  had  the  pleasure 
of  being  appointed  to  a  deanship  in  the  Armour  Institute. 
One  morning  shortly  after  my  appointment,  I  met  him  in  the 
hall.  I  felt  proud  of  my  new  dignity,  and  supposed  it  was 
N\Titten  all  over  me.  I  said,  "Good  morning.  Doctor."  He 
nodded,  "Good  morning,"  and  passed  on.  After  sitting  in 
my  office  a  litttle  while,  I  thought  the  greeting  over  and  said 
to  myself,  "Well,  something  is  the  matter  to-day;  his 
greeting  was  not  very  friendly."  I  stood  the  unpleasant 
feeling  for  about  half  an  hour.  Then  I  went  to  his  office  and 
said,  "Now,  Doctor,  I  greeted  you  very  friendly  this 
morning,  but  you  hardly  looked  at  me."  "Oh,"  he  said, 
"the  new  dean!"  Then,  he  put  his  hand  on  my  shoulder  and 
smiled,  "My  dear  fellow,"  he  replied,  "do  you  think  I  have 
you  in  my  mind  all  the  time?" 

I  believe  the  following  thought  explains  the  secret  of 
Dr.  Gunsaulus  as  an  educator: — He  saw  clearly  that  educa- 
tion must  not  make  for  an  isolated  personality,  but  it  must 
prepare  for  social  efficiency.  The  question  is  not  so  much 
what  each  of  these  young  men — each  of  these  children  need, 
but  also  what  the  community  needs  from  them,  and  will 
once  ask  them  to  give  it, — that  also  an  education  must 
furnish. 

Summing  up  his  activities  at  the  Armour  Institute  of 
Technology,  I  may  say  that  from  the  earliest  beginnings  to 
the  present  he  strove  to  embody  and  to  realize  the  three 
essential  qualities,  not  merely  of  the  engineer,  but  of  the 
good  citizen,  the  three  "s's,"  Simplicity,  Sincerity,  and 
Service. 

I  may  ask  you  to  go  with  me,  however,  from  Chicago  to 
other  places.  As  many  of  us  know  he  was  graduated  from 
Ohio  Wesley  an  University  when  he  was  only  nineteen.  He 
was  always  very  enlightened,  a  versatile  man.  He  graduated 
at  nineteen,  the  same  year  he  began  to  preach  and  the  follow- 

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TX   ME^rORIA^r 


ing  year  he  married.  He  has  left  many  a  memorial  to  Ohio 
Wesle^-an  University,  many  gifts,  many  lectures.  It  was 
always  dear  to  his  heart.  The  Ohio  Wesleyan  University  has 
honored  him  time  and  again  with  important  missions  and 
lectures.  Another  college  far  away  in  Kentucky,  Berea 
College,  has  had  his  love.  There  he  founded  and  developed 
a  department  of  arts  and  crafts.  Beauty  he  conceived  not 
as  some  far-away  ideal  in  the  clouds,  but  he  wanted  beauty 
applied  in  every  home.  He  was  as  much  interested  in  a 
coverlet  or  a  quilt  as  he  was  in  a  painting  or  in  a  rare  book. 
He  followed  Browning's  advice  when  he  said, 

"The  common  problem,  yours,  mine,  every  one's 
Is  not  to  fancy  what  were  fair  in  life, 
Provided  it  could  be;  but,  finding  first 
What  may  be,  then  find  how  to  make  it  fair 
Up  to  our  means." 

Gunsaulus  Hall  in  our  Art  Institute  in  Chicago  is  another 
testimony  to  his  activities.  The  Glenwood  School  for  Boys 
in  Illinois  had  his  sjnnpathy,  his  enthusiasm,  his  leadership 
and  advice;  so  at  Chazy,  in  New  York,  the  Central  Rural 
School,  he  induced  the  founder  of  that  school  to  affiliate  with 
the  Educational  Board  of  New  York  State  in  order  to  make 
it  a  great  center  of  rural  education .  So  at  Miami  University 
of  Ohio,  and  Marietta  University  of  Ohio.  Each  one  gave 
him  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Laws.  Very  early  in  1887,  Be- 
loit,  Wisconsin,  had  given  him  the  degree  of  Honorary 
Doctor  of  Divinity.  Those  degrees  were  not  given  him  mere- 
ly as  an  empty  honor.  Indeed,  he  worked  hard  for  them; 
not  in  taking  courses,  or  writing  theses,  but  giving  inspira- 
tion, giving  himself,  giving  his  art  treasures,  giving  his 
advice  to  those  institutions,  whether  they  asked  it  or  not. 

For  many  years  he  was  the  most  intimate  friend  of  Dr. 
Harper,  the  late  president  of  the  University  of  Chicago. 
In  1896,  he  was  appointed  professorial  lecturer  at  the  Uni- 
versity of  Chicago.   He  was  also  on  intimate  terms  of  friend- 

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ship  with  the  present  incumbent  of  the  presidency  of  that 
institution,  as  well  as  with  the  president  of  the  University  of 
Illinois,  where  he  often  lectured. 

He  was  a  lecturer  for  many  years  at  the  Chicago  Theo- 
logical Seminary.  The  lectures  he  gave  there  appeared  later 
in  book  form,  dedicated  to  the  Class  of  1907.  The  subject 
is,  "The  Higher  Ministries  of  Recent  English  Poetry."  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  was  very  fond  of  the  poetry  of  Robert  Browning. 
For,  like  that  poet,  he  considered  art  and  religion  as  the 
special  means  for  teaching  ourselves  to  view  our  personal 
causes  as  linked  with  universal  human  interests. 

He  also  held  a  position  as  lecturer  in  the  McCormick 
Theological  Seminary.  One  of  his  lecture  courses  given  in 
that  institution  was  on  "The  Influence  of  Music  in  the 
Church." 

Yale  University,  in  1890,  made  him  divinity  lecturer,  an 
office  he  held  to  his  death,  and  where  he  delivered,  in  1911,  the 
Lyman  Beecher  lectures.  At  Grinnell  College  in  Iowa  he 
originated  the  arts  and  crafts  department,  giving  so  many 
gifts  to  that  college  that  some  other  rich  men  could  not  help 
following  his  example,  and  giving  also.  A  spiritual  influence 
he  was  to  the  Young  Men's  Christian  Associations,  and  a 
spiritual  influence  in  hundreds  of  Chautauquas  all  over  our 
country,  and  in  hundreds  of  teachers'  associations. 

As  a  trustee  of  our  Art  Institute  and  our  Field  Museum, 
he  helped,  in  the  development  of  these  great  institutions 
educationally,  to  improve  our  ideas  of  science  or  art  or 
citizenship.  And  finally,  seventeen  years  ago,  he  organized 
the  Central  Church  Kindergarten  on  Halsted  Street,  where 
he  gathered  together  in  a  Mothers'  Club  the  mothers  of 
these  children  of  different  nationalities,  so  that  they  would 
become  better  mothers,  better  wives,  better  sisters,  and  bet- 
ter citizens.  These  people  and  their  children  honored  him 
as  much,  and  perhaps  even  more  so,  as  we  can  honor  him 
to-day,  because  they  loved  him. 

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At  the  Sailors'  Home  and  the  Board  of  Foreign  Mis- 
sions, and  as  a  coniniencenient  speaker  all  over  the  country 
in  normal,  grammar,  or  high  schools,  or  the  universities; 
and  as  a  fifteen-minute  speaker  for  the  United  States  Gov- 
ernment when  we  raised  the  Liberty  Loans, — everywhere 
this  great,  good  friend  of  ours  was  educationally  inspiring, 
active,  vivifying. 

Years  ago,  before  the  automobile  was  here,  he  used  to 
have  an  old  horse  and  buggy — "Old  Harry."  He  used  to 
drive  him  rather  recklessly.  When  they, — he  and  Old  Harry, 
arrived  downtown  and  the  Doctor  wanted  to  stop  at 
McClurg's  bookstore,  or  at  the  Art  Institute  (he  would  stop 
anywhere, — but  he  never  had  a  coachman  with  him),  he 
would  get  out  of  his  buggy  and  say  to  the  first  man  that 
came  along,  "Hold  my  horse!"  And  he  always  found  his 
man.  Once  I  said  to  him,  "Doctor,  do  you  always  find  a 
man  downtown  to  hold  your  horse.'^"  "Why?"  He  was  quite 
surprised.  He  said,  "I  never  thought  of  it."  But — similarly 
— he  always  thought  he  found  the  right  man  or  the  right 
woman  or  the  right  church  or  the  right  school,  and  somehow 
or  other  he  always  seemed  to  be  the  right  man  just  for  that 
place.  His  magnetic  influence  on  people  was  marvelous. 
His  vivifying  influence  was  very  great.  He  was  a  physician 
of  the  soul.  His  humor  lighted  up  the  most  dangerous  and 
the  darkest  places,  and  his  courage  was  unfailing. 

Besides  giving  his  attention  to  all  these  institutions, — 
and  I  could  go  on  cataloguing  them  for  another  hour, — he 
gave  his  lectures  all  over  the  country.  Many  of  them  you 
have  heard — on  Savonarola;  on  Phillips  Brooks,  the 
preacher;  on  Rembrandt,  the  educator;  on  Gladstone;  on 
Persian  Pottery;  on  Influences  of  Music  in  the  Church; 
on  Recent  English  Poetry;  on  the  Masterpieces  of  English 
Poetry.  And  he  wrote  book  after  book.  There  must  be 
more  than  twelve  volumes.  Three  volumes  of  poetry: 
"Songs  of  Night  and  Day,"  "Phidias  and  other  Poems," 

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"Loose  Leaves  of  Song."  He  also  wrote  the  great,  well- 
received  historical  novel,  "Monk  and  Knight,"  dealing 
with  the  time  of  the  Renaissance,  a  story  where  he  could 
deftly  weave  into  his  historical  erudition  a  simple  love  story. 

Then  he  wrote  the  "Man  of  Galilee,"  the  "Life  of  Glad- 
stone," a  collection  of  Essays:  "Paths  to  Power."  They 
are  essays  spiritualizing  and  idealizing  the  realities  of  life. 
He  wrote  "Paths  to  the  City  of  God."  He  wrote  the  book, 
"The  Minister  and  the  Spiritual  Life."  And  so  we  could 
go  on  cataloguing  and  enumerating.  What  did  it  all  mean? 
It  meant  that  educationally  he  taught  us  that  education  is 
not  a  mere  progress  from  one  subject  to  another,  from  one 
school  to  another  school,  but  the  progress  from  knowledge 
to  understanding,  from  understanding  to  insight,  and  from 
insight  to  wisdom.  "To  simplify  men's  moral  notions,  to 
clear  their  visions  for  the  sight  of  the  eternal,  and  to  win 
hearts  for  loyalty"  was  his  very  mission. 

For  loyalty,  after  all,  is  the  fulfillment  of  the  moral  law. 
Justice  and  charity,  industry  and  wisdom,  they  can  all  be 
expressed  in  terms  of  loyalty.  And  thus,  we  may  say,  with 
the  hundreds  and  thousands  who  have  come  under  his  in- 
fluence, "Where  I  once  saw  points,  I  now  see  stars." 


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Portrait  by  Arvid  Nyholm,  1920.    Owned  by  Ohio  Wesleyun  University 


DR.  GUNSAULUS,  THE  ART  LOVER 

By  Mr.  Chaiiles  L,  Hutchinson, 
President  of  the  Art  Institute. 

T^R.  GUNSAULUS,  preacher,  teacher,  orator,  patriot, 
^-^  and  artist,  and,  best  of  all,  a  devoted  follower  of  his 
Master  and  a  lover  of  his  fellow-men!  He  was  in  a  class 
by  himself.  In  paying  tribute  to  his  memory  this  afternoon, 
it  is  difficult  for  one  to  confine  his  remarks  to  one  phase 
of  his  many-sided  character. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  an  Art  lover.  The  lover  of  everything 
that  is  good  and  true  and  beautiful  in  life.  Emerson  spoke 
the  truth  when  he  said  we  are  immersed  in  beauty.  Still 
there  are  many,  very  manj^  among  us  who  are  not  conscious 
of  its  existence.  You  may  travel  far  and  wide  in  search  of 
the  beautiful,  and  not  be  able  to  find  it  unless  you  carry  it 
with  you.  It  is  the  office  of  Art  to  educate  the  perception  of 
beauty. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  a  lover  of  the  beautiful  in  nature  and 
in  art.  He  was  also  a  lover  of  his  fellow  man.  The  love  of 
beauty  is  the  means  of  happiness,  so  it  is  not  strange  that 
we  should  find  in  Dr.  Gunsaulus  not  only  a  lover  of  Art,  but 
one  who  appreciated  its  far-reaching  influence  and  recognized 
its  power  to  bring  pleasure  and  inspiration  into  human  life. 
This,  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  constantly  striving  to  do — striving 
enthusiastically  and  successfully.  I  often  thought  that  he 
labored  not  so  much  to  make  other  people  good,  as  to  make 
himself  good  and  other  people  happy.  Art  was  a  factor  in 
his  life  and  he  believed  it  should  be  a  factor  in  all  lives. 

He  was  not  a  profound  student  of  Art,  nor  claimed  to 
be.    He  placed  service  above  culture,  and  love  above  learn- 

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ing.  I  doubt  that  he  could  define  the  Dynamic  System  as 
applied  to  Greek  Art,  or  tell  why  there  were  only  three 
instead  of  five  Graces.  Still  he  possessed  something  of  far 
greater  value.  He  was  an  enthusiastic  lover  of  the  creations 
of  Art  and  the  genius  that  inspired  them.  The  fundamental 
principles  of  Art  were  as  firmly  fixed  in  his  mind  as  were  the 
fundamental  principles  of  his  religion.  He  had  an  intelligent 
knowledge  of  the  history  and  traditions  of  Art  which  his 
enthusiasm  and  love  put  to  practical  use,  giving  pleasure 
and  inspirations  to  thousands  of  people  with  whom  he  came 
in  contact.  He  enriched  the  lives  of  many  men  in  whom  the 
love  of  the  beautiful  was  dormant  until  aroused  by  him 
and  his  enthusiasm.  If  there  were  time,  and  it  were  proper, 
I  could  mention  the  names  of  many  who  would  never  have 
been  interested  in  the  Fine  Arts  but  for  his  overflowing 
love  of  them. 

In  the  eloquent  tribute  of  our  gifted  friend.  Dr.  Hillis 
says :  "  He  toiled  for  the  people  of  Chicago,  for  the  Common- 
wealth of  Illinois,  and  for  the  Republic,  this  myriad-minded 
man — Gunsaulus,  this  preacher,  educator,  patriot — this 
great  heart."  And  to  all  of  this  I  wish  Dr.  Hillis  had  added: 
He  was  also  an  artist.  There  are  many  men  who  possess 
the  artistic  instinct,  who  are  not  able  to  express  themselves 
in  painting  and  sculpture.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  one  of  them. 
He  was  a  constant  worker,  and  gave  to  the  cause  of  Art,  not 
only  in  Chicago  but  throughout  the  West,  a  service  hard  to 
be  over-estimated.  To  appreciate  the  value  of  this  service 
and  to  realize  how  far  reaching  it  was,  one  must  be  ac- 
quainted with  the  development  of  Art  in  our  country  during 
the  lifetime  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus. 

He  came  to  Chicago  in  eighteen  hundred  and  eighty- 
seven,  shortly  before  the  time  when  our  City  was  making 
preparation  for  the  greatest  and  most  significant  event  in 
the  history  of  Art  in  our  country — the  World's  Columbian 
Exposition.    In  the  artistic  as  well  as  in  the  educational 

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side  of  this  great  event.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  actively  inter- 
ested. Since  the  time  of  the  Worki's  Cohnnhian  Exposition 
there  has  been  an  inii)aralleled  development  in  the  Fine 
Arts  in  the  United  States,  especially  in  the  West.  This  is  due 
largely  to  the  fact  that  the  Trustees  of  our  Museums,  and 
those  interested  in  the  advancement  of  the  Fine  Arts  have 
realized,  as  never  before,  the  true  function  of  Art  and  ap- 
preciate its  great  educational  possibilities.  This  recognition 
of  the  educational  function  of  Art  has  been  one  of  the  most 
significant  things  in  the  progress  of  the  Fine  Arts  in  recent 
years.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  among  the  first  to  recognize  this 
fact  and  to  preach  it.  He  believed  with  the  advanced  workers 
in  the  field  of  Art,  that  the  Art  Museum  should  stand  side 
by  side  with  the  Library  and  Laboratory,  and  that  the  Art 
Museum  should  be  introduced  into  our  Colleges  and  Uni- 
versities where  it  will  co-operate  with  the  Library  and  the 
School  as  one  of  the  principal  agencies  for  the  enlighten- 
ment and  cultivation  of  the  people;  that  it  should  be  tlie 
cause  of  inspiration  as  well  as  the  means  of  happiness — a 
vital  factor  in  the  everyday  life  of  the  community.  Art  for 
Art's  sake  is  a  selfish  and  erroneous  doctrine,  unworthv  of 
any  true  lover  of  Art.  Art  for  humanity,  and  the  service  of 
Art  for  those  who  live  and  strive  in  a  hum-drum  world  is 
the  true  doctrine  and  one  that  every  lover  of  Art  should 
cherish.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  preached  this  doctrine  every  day. 
He  realized  that  the  value  of  an  Art  Museum  should  be 
measured  by  the  service  it  renders  to  the  community  in 
which  it  stands.  The  true  function  of  an  Art  Museum  is  the 
cultivation  of  an  appreciation  of  the  beautiful.  In  the  ad- 
vancement of  the  civilization  of  the  present  age,  no  agency 
save  that  of  Commerce  is  more  potent  than  that  of  Art. 
Until  the  mission  of  Art  is  more  widelv  understood,  there 
will  be  need  of  much  preaching  to  emphasize  the  democratic 
nature  of  Art  and  its  importance  as  a  vital  factor  in  the 
everyday  life  of  the  materialistic  age  in  which  we  live.   The 

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whole  theory  of  the  democracy  of  Art  is  well  expressed  by 
Thomas  Nelson  Page,  who  said,  "Art  is  a  luxury  for  the  rich 
but  a  necessity  for  the  poor." 

In  sympathy  with  all  who  held  these  truths.  Dr.  Gunsau- 
lus  was  ever  ready  to  help  in  the  development  of  Art  along 
these  most  modern  lines.  Still  in  his  taste  he  was  conserva- 
tive, often  becoming  impatient  with  the  extreme  expressions 
of  modern  artists,  for,  as  I  have  already  said,  what  he  be- 
lieved to  be  the  fundamental  elements  of  Art  were  as  firmly 
fixed  in  his  mind  as  his  taste  was  refined.  Beauty  in  Art, 
rather  than  originality  in  technique  or  style,  appealed  to 
him.  He  had  no  use  for  the  ugly,  vulgar  or  violent.  The 
refinement  of  his  taste  is  well  expressed  in  the  lovely  collec- 
tion of  Wedgwood  at  the  Art  Institute  which  bears  his  name. 

One  may  safely  say  that  Chicago  is  an  Art  Center  and  as 
such  it  is  rather  unique  among  the  cities  of  the  land.  While 
it  is  an  Art  Center,  it  has  within  its  borders  an  active, 
influential  center  of  Art.  Few  cities  are  as  fortunate.  Thus 
our  center  of  Art  is  the  Art  Institute.  I  do  not  mean  to  say 
that  there  is  nothing  artistic  in  Chicago  outside  of  the  Art 
Institute — far  from  it;  there  is  much.  But  in  and  about  the 
Art  Institute  you  will  find  gathered,  in  one  way  or  another, 
the  great  majority  of  all  the  people  interested  in  the  artistic 
development  of  the  community,  and  here  Dr.  Gunsaulus 
was  very  much  in  evidence.  Here  he  loved  to  work.  He 
had  a  great  appreciation  of  the  work  which  the  Art  Institute 
is  striving  to  do.  No  one  of  its  friends  ever  made  greater 
sacrifice  to  promote  its  interests  than  he.  For  thirteen  years 
he  was  one  of  its  most  devoted  Trustees.  To  it  he  gave  un- 
sparingly of  his  time  and  thought  and  money.  While  he 
was  one  of  its  spiritual  builders,  his  very  enthusiasm  was 
one  of  its  best  business  assets.  Nothing  connected  with  the 
Art  Institute  was  too  small  to  command  his  attention  and 
no  scheme  connected  with  its  work  was  too  great  for  his 
splendid  optimism.   In  every  walk  of  life  he  was  an  optimist, 

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and  he  was  alwavs  constructive  in  his  acts  and  in  his  criti- 
cisms.  He  had  no  time  for  tearing  down,  there  was  too  much 
constructive  work  to  be  done  in  the  world. 

Inspired  by  him  and  encouraged  by  his  loving  friendship, 
Mrs.  Hodge  and  Mrs.  Bell  found  pleasure  in  collecting  and 
presenting  to  the  Art  Institute  the  very  fine  Blanxius  Col- 
lection of  Porcelains  now  installed  in  the  Gunsaulus  Gallery. 
Gunsaulus  Hall  itself  is  another  witness  of  his  devotion  to 
the  Institute — a  devotion  that  has  brought  to  the  Institute 
and  to  the  public  many  substantial  gifts.  Knowing  the 
pressing  need  for  more  room  at  the  Institute  for  exhibition 
purposes,  Dr.  Gunsaulus  appealed  to  a  friend  in  whom  he 
had  aroused  an  interest  in  Art  and  asked  Mr.  W.  H.  Miner 
to  give  the  Institute  Fifty  Thousand  Dollars  for  the  building 
of  the  much  needed  galleries.  Mr.  Miner  not  only  showed 
his  interest  in  the  Art  Institute,  but  expressed  his  affection- 
ate friendship  for  Dr.  Gunsaulus  by  giving  the  needed  money 
and  naming  the  hall  the  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  Hall  of  Ap- 
plied Art — a  magnificent  gift  and  a  beautiful  and  well- 
merited  tribute  to  Dr.  Gunsaulus. 

I  do  not  know  whether  I  dare  take  the  time  to  tell  you  a 
story  connected  with  that  gift.  But  one  morning  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  came  to  my  house  early  (we  lived  in  the  same 
block  for  many  years)  and  said,  "This  is  the  psychological 
moment  to  go  and  see  Mr.  Miner,"  We  had  suggested  to 
Mr.  Miner  some  time  before  this  the  matter  of  a  gift.  So  he 
said,  "Will  you  meet  us  if  I  can  get  Miner  at  the  Art  In- 
stitute at  ten-thirty.''"  I  said,  "Certainly."  We  went 
to  the  Art  Institute,  and  Mr.  Miner  did  not  come.  We 
waited  and  waited  and  waited,  and  finally  the  message  came 
that  Miner  had  been  called  unexpectedly  to  New  York  and 
would  leave  on  the  noon  train  and  would  see  us  when  he 
got  back.  I  said,  "Gunsaulus,  if  this  is  the  psychological 
moment,  let  us  go  over  and  see  Miner  now."  He  said,  "All 
right;  come  along."    It  was  a  bleak  March  morning.    We 

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started  to  get  into  the  automobile.  I  said,  "Doctor,  where 
is  your  overcoat?"  He  said,  "I  left  it  upstairs."  I  said, 
"I  won't  go  with  you  unless  you  get  your  overcoat."  He 
said  to  the  chauffeur,  "John,  let  me  take  your  overcoat." 
So  John  gave  Dr.  Gunsaulus  his  overcoat,  and  we  started  for 
the  Rookery.  Pretty  soon  the  Doctor  said,  "If  you  see  me 
coming  out  of  the  Rookery  with  Miner  and  walking  with 
him,  you  walk  over  to  the  Lake  Shore  Station,  I  am  going 
to  take  him  to  the  train.  Then  pretty  soon,  if  I  don't  come 
out  of  the  station,  I  may  ride  down  to  Einglewood  with  him, 
so  you  come  down  to  Englewood  and  pick  me  up  there,  and, 
John,  tell  Mrs.  Hodge,  if  I  should  go  with  Mr.  Miner  to 
Chazy,  to  look  after  that  funeral  tomorrow."  We  went  to 
Miner,  and  Miner,  after  hearing  our  story  said,  "Yes,  I 
will  be  very  glad  to  give  you  fifty  thousand  dollars  on  one 
condition,  that  is,  that  I  may  name  the  hall."  We  said, 
"We  have  already  told  you  that  we  will  name  it  the  W.  H. 
Miner  Hall."  He  said,  "No,  not  at  all;  I  want  to  name  it  the 
Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  Hall  of  Applied  Art."  Dr.  Gunsaulus 
protested,  but  that  was  what  was  put  on  the  hall. 

The  Willmer  bequest  of  fifty  thousand  dollars  came  to  the 
Institute  through  the  efforts  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus.  Many  other 
similar  instances  might  be  cited.  Two  conspicuous  patrons 
of  Art  to  whom  the  Art  Institute  and  the  public  are  greatly 
indebted,  will,  I  am  sure,  permit  me  to  say  that  they  gladly 
acknowledge  their  gratitude  to  Dr.  Gunsaulus  for  the  in- 
spiration they  received  from  him.  I  refer  to  Mr.  Logan  and 
Mr.  Butler,  and  the  service  this  afternoon  is  hardly  complete 
without  their  testimony. 

Not  only  did  he  inspire  others  to  collect,  but  he  was  him- 
self a  born  collector.  One  of  his  friends  recently  said  that  he 
always  thought  first  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  as  an  animated,  en- 
thusiastic collector.  As  a  collector  he  sometimes  allowed 
his  enthusiasm  to  run  away  with  his  judgment.  He  was 
not  a  selfish  collector — quite  to  the  contrary,  he   was  a 

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unique  and  remarkable  collector.  He  found  delight  in 
collecting.  Nothing  brought  him  more  pleasure  than  the 
acquisition  of  some  rare  object  for  which  he  longed,  and  to 
acquire  which  he  must  make  sacrifice.  Many  a  time  he  has 
brought  to  me  in  almost  childish  glee  some  newly  acquired 
treasure.  He  loved  to  collect,  but  he  loved  more  to  share  his 
collections  with  his  fellow  men.  As  soon  as  they  were  of 
sufficient  importance  to  merit  a  place  in  a  public  museum 
he  presented  them  to  some  museum,  school  or  university. 
Here  he  worked  over  them  and  with  them,  as  he  would 
were  the  objects  in  his  own  household,  but  here  he  found  a 
great  deal  of  pleasure  in  thinking  that  all  who  would,  might 
enjoy  his  treasures  with  him.  How  he  loved  to  share  the 
abundance  of  his  life  with  others!  Surely  he  was  a  unique 
man  among  the  lovers  of  Art.  There  were  times  when  his 
love  of  Art  seemed  to  take  possession  of  him  and  to  take 
precedence  of  all  else.  He  once  confessed  on  a  Monday  morn- 
ing that  it  had  mastered  him  even  while  preaching  in  the 
pulpit  to  a  large  congregation.  There  in  a  pew,  well  toward 
the  front,  was  a  well-known  Art  Collector,  whose  very 
presence  disturbed  him,  for  the  Doctor  found  himself  saying 
to  himself — "Hurry  up,  Gunsaulus,  and  get  through  with 
the  sermon,  so  you  can  go  over  and  see  Mr.  Gray's  pictures." 
True  man,  how  delightfully  human  he  was,  after  all. 

He  has  enriched  the  Art  Institute,  not  only  by  the  collec- 
tions which  he  has  induced  others  to  give,  but  by  those  which 
he  has  himself  contributed.  In  Gunsaulus  Hall  you  will  find 
the  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  Collection  of  Wedgwood  and  the 
Collection  of  Pottery  of  the  Near  East,  placed  there  by  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  in  memory  of  his  mother,  Mary  Jane  Gunsaulus. 
And  there  are  more  gifts. 

To  appreciate  these  gifts,  you  must  know  by  what 
sacrifice  they  were  acquired.  He  bought,  piece  by  piece, 
from  time  to  time,  with  the  savings  of  a  never  sufficient 
salary,  and  by  the  proceeds  of  lectures  delivered  all  over 

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the  country,  mostly  during  his  so-called  vacation  period. 
He  seldom  took  a  real  vacation.  Think  of  his  delivering, 
one  summer,  sixty-three  lectures  in  seventy  days,  so  that 
from  the  proceeds  he  might  add  to  his  collection  and  the 
sooner  have  the  pleasure  of  presenting  it  to  the  public. 
Such  generosity  and  such  sacrifice  puts  us  all  to  shame. 

For  thirteen  years,  the  Trustees  of  the  Art  Institute  have 
enjoyed  the  inspiring  friendship  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus.  It  is 
perhaps  fitting  to  read  here  in  public  the  Resolutions  adopted 
by  them,  to  record  the  loss  sustained  in  the  death  of  this 
earnest  and  beloved  co-worker: 

"In  the  death  of  Dr.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus,  for  thirteen 
years  a  devoted  Trustee  of  the  Art  Institute,  we  have  sus- 
tained a  profound  loss.  The  City  is  deprived  of  one  of  its 
first  citizens,  and  we  of  a  warm  and  loyal  friend.  It  has  been 
truly  said  of  him  that  he  has  contributed  to  the  Art  de- 
velopment of  Chicago,  gifts  which  none  but  he  could 
bestow.  His  was  a  power  of  stimulating  enthusiasm  and  of 
enlisting  faith  in  the  significance  of  Art.  Through  him 
many  lives  have  been  enriched  and  have  been  enkindled  with 
a  new  conception  of  the  beautiful.  Often  in  a  passing  mo- 
ment this  great  lover  of  the  Fine  Arts  would  unveil  truths 
that  years  of  study  rarely  revealed.  More  fortunate  than 
many  another  scholar,  he  preserved  his  intimacy  with  the 
masses  and  pointed  out  to  them  the  solace  of  Art.  His  in- 
terest in  the  Art  Institute  is  evidenced  by  the  beauty 
and  value  of  the  collections  with  which  he  enriched  the 
museum.  Even  more  precious  than  the  treasures  he  left 
in  our  galleries,  are  the  memories  of  his  inspiring  vision 
and  the  force  of  his  personality  which  breathed  the  nobler 
aims  of  his  soul  not  for  himself,  but  for  humanity." 

He  carried  his  love  of  Art  into  the  School.  Of  his  in- 
fluence at  the  Art  Institute  you  have  already  heard.  In 
passing  I  will  mention  another  example  of  his  desire  to 
share  his  treasures  with  his  friends.    Once,  at  Christmas 

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IN  ^^E^^oRTAM 


time,  I  sought  to  express  my  appreciation  of  his  many  acts 
of  kindness  by  giving  him  an  etching  of  Rossetti,  whose 
work  he  greatly  admired.  He  was  dehglited  with  llie  gift, 
for  he  had  long  desired  a  copy  of  the  print.  Not  many  weeks 
afterward,  in  visiting  the  Armour  Institute,  I  found  the 
etching  hanging  upon  the  wall  of  one  of  the  class  rooms. 
It  was  too  good  for  him  to  keep  all  to  himself  in  his  study. 

While  the  knowledge  of  Art  is  to  be  desired,  it  is  the  love 
of  Art  that  brings  real  happiness  and  inspiration  to  man. 
This  love  of  Art,  Dr.  Gunsaulus  had  in  large  measure.  He 
believed  that  the  cultivation  of  the  sense  of  the  beautiful  is 
essential  for  the  rich  as  well  as  for  the  poor,  that  the  love  of 
beauty  is  restricted  to  no  class — it  is  free  for  all — it  is  of 
the  spirit,  and  on  spiritual  and  not  on  material  things  rests 
the  stability  of  the  world.  The  things  of  the  spirit  are  the 
great  things,  the  essential  things  in  every  democracy.  These 
can  be  shared  by  rich  and  poor  alike,  by  educated  and  un- 
educated, they  bring  all  together  and  make  us  kin.  Full  to 
overflowing  with  spiritual  love,  he  gave  in  large  measure  to 
all  those  with  whom  he  came  in  contact.  Truth  and  beauty 
are  not  obsolete,  they  spring  eternal  from  the  breast  of  man. 
We  have  reason  to  rejoice  today,  although  our  hearts  at 
times  are  sad,  to  thank  God  that  it  has  been  our  privilege  to 
walk  in  loving  friendship  with  this  great  High  Priest  of  Truth 
and  Beauty  and  Goodness — this  great  lover  and  devotee  of 
Art,  the  living  exponent  of  the  truth  uttered  by  the  Philoso- 
pher when  he  said:  "Truth,  Beauty  and  Goodness  are  but 
different  faces  of  the  same  All."  With  the  faith  of  Dr.  Gun- 
saulus, we  may  all  sing  with  Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning — 

"There  is  a  mystic  borderland  that  lies 

Just  past  the  limit  of  our  work-day  world, 
And  it  is  pcojjled  with  tlie  friends  we  met 

And  loved  a  year,  a  month,  a  week,  a  day. 
And  parted  from  with  aehing  hearts,  yet  knew 

That  through  the  distance  we  must  lose  the  hold 
Of  liand  with  hand  and  only  clasp  the  thread  of  Memory." 

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"But  still  so  close  we  feel  this  land 

So  sure  we  are  that  these  same  hearts  are  true 
That  when  in  waking-dreams  there  comes  a  call 

That  sets  the  thread  of  Memory  aglow. 
We  know  that  just  by  stretching  out  the  hand. 

In  written  word  of  love  or  book  or  flower. 
The  waiting  hand  will  clasp  our  own  once  more 

Across  the  silence  in  the  same  old  way." 

And,  as  I  stood  before  the  grave  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  I 
wanted  to  inscribe  that  good  old  epitaph  upon  his  tomb: 

'  'Welcome,  friend,  draw  near. 

With  peaceful  step  and  with  untroubled  breath. 
No  gloom,  no  woe  is  here. 

But  thanks  for  life  and  equal  thanks  for  death." 


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^yl^yU^rCU^^.^ 


;  '0-(U^  JT/-^^-^^^^^  y^T^ 


ShT/f-i^'S- 


Taken  in  Atliletic  Field  of  Armour  Institute  on  the  occasion  of  the  departure  of 
the  first  company  of  Armour  Engineers  for  France,  1918 


DR.  GUNSAULUS,  THE  CITIZEN 

EoG.ut  A.  Bancroft,  Illinois  Bar  Association 

TO  us  here  today,  who  so  generally  knew  Dr.  Gun- 
saulus  as  a  friend,  it  seems  as  though  we  were  but 
dividing  his  raiment  to  speak  of  him  in  these  different 
phases  of  his  great  character.  As  a  citizen,  he  was  in  a 
unique  position.  For  most  of  us,  our  life  is  a  selfish  endea- 
vor and  our  vocation  absorbs  our  time,  our  interest,  our 
effort,  and  its  object  is  selfish.  Very  often  one  thinks  that 
by  reason  of  great  professional  or  business  success  there 
has  been  a  service  rendered  to  the  public  for  which  it 
should  give  honorable  recognition,  and  this  is  often  true  of 
those  rendering  important  public  service,  even  though  its 
motive  is  essentially  selfish. 

Doctor  Gunsaulus'  Ideal — Vocations  and 

Avocations 

Doctor  Gunsaulus  had  a  very  different  ideal  of  citizen- 
ship; and,  as  with  all  his  ideals,  he  lived  it.  From  the  pulpit 
and  the  platform  for  a  full  generation  he  ministered  to  the 
moral  and  intellectual  life  of  this  city — and  also  of  many 
other  cities.  At  Armour  Institute  of  Technology  he  human- 
ized scientific  education  and  gave  its  students  something 
more — and  higher — than  technical  training.  These  were 
his  vocations.  His  avocations — he  once  described  an  avoca- 
tion as  "the  precious  fragrance  and  beauty  of  a  vocation's 
blossoms" — his  avocations  were  in  music,  poetry  and 
pictures,  in  rare  pottery  and  prints,  beautiful  drawings 
and  priceless  manuscripts.    These  tastes  he  developed  and 

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gratified  at  the  expense  of  heavy  labor  and  discomfort,  as 
he  lectured  at  Chautauquas  and  in  cities  large  and  small 
throughout  our  land.  And  his  art  collections,  like  his  talents, 
he  placed  at  the  service  of  the  public. 

Yet  all  this  did  not  satisfy  him.  Far  from  thinking 
that  because  of  these  gifts,  the  public  was  his  debtor,  he 
felt  that  the  citizen  in  our  Republic  always  owes  it  loyal 
service.  That  fine  civic  spirit  was  evident  in  all  his  mani- 
fold activities.  And  with  it  was  coupled,  and  mingled, 
a  love  of  his  fellow  men. 


His  Civic  Service 

My  first  association  wath  him  began  upon  the  Political 
Action  Committee  of  the  Union  League  Club.  I  can  never 
forget  the  impression  he  then  made.  With  the  mind  and 
heart  of  a  poet  and  a  philanthropist,  and  the  temperament 
of  an  artist,  he  had  an  amazing  common  sense  and  an  inde- 
structible sense  of  humor.  These  qualities  exclude  hobbies, 
and  keep  one  from  being  a  carping  critic  or  mere  objector  in 
politics. 

While  his  regular  duties  usually  precluded  him  from 
participation  in  political  controversy,  he  was  ready  when- 
ever the  call  came,  to  express  his  clear,  courageous,  and 
persuasive  opinion. 

For  more  than  thirty  years,  his  name,  his  voice,  his  help 
were  freely  given  to  all  important  movements  for  the  good 
of  our  City  and  our  Country.  When  local  or  national  pol- 
itics involved  a  great  moral  issue,  he  promptly  entered 
the  lists.  His  political  discussions  were  keyed  to  funda- 
mental principles  of  honor,  tolerance,  equality,  and 
humanity.  "Goodness,"  he  once  said,  "is  greater  than 
greatness." 

He  appealed  for  the  freedom  of  Cuba  in  1895,  for  fair 
treatment  of  Porto  Rico  and  the  Philippines  in  1900;  and  he 

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IN   MEMORIAL 


rebuked    an  attempted  religious  issue   in   the  Taft  Cam- 
paign of  1908: 

"Look  at  Holland,"  he  said,  "Its  history  so  bloody  that  no  man  can 
read  it  without  tears,  because  more  was  thought  of  creed  than  of  deeds. 
Let  us  deliver  our  flag  from  all  bigotry  whatever." 


In  World  War 

When  the  World  War  began,  he  clearly  saw  the  issue 
and  foretold  the  triumph  of  moral  forces  over  militarism. 
In  a  sermon  in  September  1914,  he  said: 

"At  such  a  time  as  this,  the  scorner  laughs  and  mocks  and  asks: 
Where  now  is  goodness,  where  now  is  your  pleasing  hope  of  final  triumph 
over  evil?'  *  *  *  Don't  say  that  Christianitj*  is  a  failure,  for  the  Nations 
have  not  tried  it.  Let  me  tell  you  what  has  failed — militarism.  *  *  * 
With  Christianity  came  a  new  set  of  forces;  forces  which  are  gentle  but 
great,  which  work  not  by  compulsion  but  by  persuasion;  the  forces 
of  liberty,  of  good-will,  of  democracy  and  brotherhood.  Against 
these  forces  the  world  cannot  continue  at  war.  They  must  and  will 
triumph." 

From  the  moment  we  entered  the  war  until  victory  came, 
his  voice  and  his  pen  were  devoted  to  mobilizing  and 
strengthening  the  moral  and  spiritual  forces  of  the  Nation  in 
support  of  its  arms. 

How  well  we  remember  the  pacifist  meeting  called  in 
this  very  place  just  before  the  United  States  entered  the 
World  War!  He  was  asked  to  give  a  notice  of  the  meeting 
at  the  morning  service  of  Central  Church.  This  was  his 
answer : 

"I  have  been  asked  to  announce  a  peace  meeting  to  be  held  in  this 
hall  this  afternoon.  Instead  of  announcing  it,  I  have  decided  to  denounce 
it.  If  you  approve  of  the  murder  of  Edith  Cavell,  then  attend  the  meeting. 
If  you  disapprove  the  sinking  of  the  Lusitania,  stay  away.  If  you  wish 
the  Hohenzollerns  to  dictate  terms  at  Washington,  then  go  to  the  meet- 
ing. As  for  me,  I  promise  to  have  this  house  fumigated  before  we  hold 
religious  services  here  next  Sunday." 

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When  in  the  last  days  of  the  war,  Germany  was  asking, 
and  President  Wilson  was  considering,  terms  of  peace, — 
Gunsaulus  proclaimed  from  the  platform,  and  in  stirring 
verse,  this  answer  of  patriotic  America : 

"Master  of  wanton  states  with  madness  bold, 
I  cannot  trust  your  word 
Give  me  your  sword!" 


Services  to  Chicago 

Since  1887  Chicago  has  been  his  home,  and  its  upbuilding 
has  been  his  dream,  his  desire  and  his  constant  endeavor. 
His  devotion  to  his  varied  occupations  and  his  joy  in  them 
were  heightened  by  the  belief  that  he  was  opening  windows 
of  light  and  doors  of  opportunity  for  many  people.  Every- 
thing he  thought,  everything  he  did,  had  this  generous  pur- 
pose of  helpfulness. 

He  desired  the  art  and  music  and  education  and  moral 
guidance  of  this  City  to  reach  all  its  people, — as  does  the 
water  from  Lake  Michigan, — and  be  as  open  to  them  as  the 
parks  and  playgrounds.  He  longed  to  see  Chicago  the  City 
Beautiful — not  alone  in  its  boulevards  and  buildings  but 
in  itself, — its  influence,  its  schools  of  learning,  art  and  in- 
dustrial training,  in  its  libraries  and  museums.  And  not  for 
the  sake  of  beauty  chiefly,  but  to  incite  and  direct  the  people 
— especially  the  youth — toward  higher  accompHshments  and 
better  lives. 

Doctor  Gunsaulus'  gifts  to  Chicago  were  of  himself,  con- 
stant and  without  stint.  There  is  no  part  of  the  higher  life  of 
this  City  to  which  he  did  not  contribute  in  generous  measure. 
Is  he  not,  indeed,  Chicago's  largest  benefactor? 

He  would  have  desired  no  memorial  that  did  not  strive 
strongly  and  unceasingly, — as  he  strove, — to  advance 
America  by  uplifting  Americans — by  making  better  citizens 
the  object  of  all  public  and  private  endeavor. 

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IN  ME^roR^A^^ 


It  filled  his  imagination  and  rejoiced  his  heart  in  these 
later  months  that  the  son  of  the  founder  of  Armour  In- 
stitute showed  a  double  portion  of  his  father's  spirit,  and 
intrusted  to  him  the  larger  plans  for  its  rebuilding. 

Coinage  of  Character 

Even  children  know  the  difference  between  the  copper, 
the  silver  and  the  gold  in  our  currency.  It  was  his  constant 
purpose  to  make  plain  those  differences  in  the  coinage  of 
character.  Why  should  man  or  woman,  boy  or  girl,  be  the 
baser  rather  than  the  higher  metal  .'^  Or  why  should  they 
accept  the  baser  metal  in  others? 

Full  of  joy  himself,  his  everyday  religion  and  philosophy 
were  joyous;  and  they  were  simple,  undogmatic.  Christian. 
He  appealed  for  pleasures  that  make  one  better  and  not 
worse.  His  goal  was  always  "a  finer  and  a  more  ample 
humanity."  Youth,  therefore,  appealed  especially  to  him 
and  he  to  the  youthful.  For  in  mind  and  heart — imagina- 
tion, fancy,  sentiment  and  friendship,  he  was  ever  young; 
but  with  the  wisdom  of  age. 

He  was  always  like  an  alert  child  in  a  garden  where 
no  flower  or  shrub  or  bird  or  bee  escapes  his  sight  or  his 
interest.  Keenly  alive  to  beauty  of  color  and  sound,  of 
form  and  of  life,  his  desire  was  to  convert,  as  vital  nature 
does,  the  lower  into  the  higher  forms.  Unless  life  mounts,  it 
dies. 

No  Social  Doctrinaire 

He  was  a  beloved  sealer  of  weights  and  measures  in  the 
intellectual,  the  artistic,  the  moral  and  spiritual  world; 
a  shining  champion  of  the  social  virtues.  Yet  he  was  not 
cumbered  with  theories  and  plans  of  social  reform  or  re- 
birth; the  golden  rule  and  the  spirit  of  brotherhood  sufficed 
for  him.    His  keen  and  broad  sympathies  never  betrayed 

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him  into  teaching  or  feeling  that  the  duties  of  generosity 
and  kindness  belong  exclusively  to  the  rich  or  the  powerful. 
He  treated  these  as  personal  duties  and  virtues, — as  really 
opportunities, — that  belong  to  every  person;  and  differ  only 
in  degree  according  to  one's  means. 


Acts  of  Kindness 

He  was  ever  seeking  to  increase  these  opportunities 
for  himself.  His  summer  vacations  were  often  employed  in 
lecturing  and  preaching  so  that  he  might  have  money  to  give 
to  the  poor  and  unfortunate.  The  receipts  of  one  summer's 
hard  work,  amounting  to  many  thousands  of  dollars,  he  sent 
to  the  starving  Armenians.  Few  lives  have  been  as  ample 
as  his  in — 

'  'That  best  portion  of  a  good  man's  life — 
His  little  nameless  unremembered  acts 
Of  kindness  and  of  love." 


His  Loyalties 

With  him,  loyalty  to  oneself  meant  unselfishness; 
loyalty  to  a  cause  meant  devotion  to  its  soul,  its  purpose, 
not  to  its  outward  show  or  success;  loyalty  to  his  friends 
meant  that  he  would  never  sacrifice  them  for  his  own 
comfort  or  advantage,  nor  even  for  other  friends  or 
for  a  cause.  And  his  friendships  were  wide  and  full- 
hearted. 

Through  all  the  notable  honors  that  came  to  him. 
Doctor  Gunsaulus  remained  very  human,  natural  and  ap- 
proachable. He  never  forgot  the  little  town  of  Chesterville, 
Ohio,  where  he  was  born  and  spent  his  boyhood,  or  the 
friends  of  that  early  time.  A  few  years  ago  he  returned,  and 
nearly  a  score  of  survivors  from  those  Civil  War  days 
greeted  him,  and  the  whole  town  welcomed  him  with  every 

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IN  !SIE^^ORIA^r 


mark  of  admiration  and  affection.  His  response  recalled 
many  humorous  occurrences  relating  to  the  old  men  present 
and  was  full  of  home-coming  sentiment. 

At  Delaware,  Ohio,  was  a  small  Methodist  College  from 
which  he  was  graduated  at  nineteen,  to  become  an  itinerant 
preacher.  It  never  lost  its  place  in  his  heart,  though  for 
forty  years  he  had  been  a  Congregationalist,  for  nearly  thirty 
he  had  been  President  of  a  great  technical  school,  and  had 
long  been  closely  identified  with  the  University  of  Chicago 
and  the  Art  Institute.  When  giving  his  Art  treasures  to  the 
Institute,  he  remembered  Ohio  Wesleyan  University,  and 
gave  to  it  part  of  his  Wedgwood  and  Persian  Collections,  and 
a  number  of  fine  paintings. 

Likewise  the  bonds  of  memory  and  attachment  with  his 
early  pastorates  were  never  broken.  Wherever  he  went,  to 
small  churches,  on  Chautauqua  circuits,  or  to  College  cele- 
brations, he  made  new  friends  and  met  old  ones.  As  he 
touched  their  lives  to  finer  issues,  so  they  encouraged  him, 
and  he  often  found  refreshment  in  the  humor  of  some  odd 
character  or  curious  incident. 


"  His  Orient  Blood  " 

The  Chautauqua  chairman,  who  said  that  he  had  "the 
distinguished  honor  of  introducing  Mr.  Savonarola,  who 
would  deliver  his  lecture  on  Gunsaulus,"  was  not  wholly 
wrong,  for  Doctor  Gunsaulus  had  the  Italian's  imagination 
and  wondrous  speech,  and  his  own  personality  glowed  and 
shone  in  every  subject  he  discussed,  in  every  character  he 
portrayed. 

Genuine,  sincere  and  direct,  his  enthusiasm  and  op- 
timism were  constant  and  infectious.  He  was  intensely 
human  and  full  of  sentiment  and  romance.  Persons  of  a 
different  temperament  sometimes  depreciated  or  misunder- 
stood the  ardor,  the  color  and  the  imagery  of  his  spoken  and 

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written  words.    But  these  were  the  spontaneous  expression 
of  his  nature  and  his  genius. 

"For  in  his  veins  some  Orient  blood  was  red, 
And  through  his  thought  were  lotus  blossoms  blown." 

For  those  who  had  eyes  to  see  and  ears  to  hear,  what 
dehghts  he  gave — and  with  what  an  awakening!  His  re- 
marks in  introducing  Booker  T.  Washington  at  a  luncheon, 
and  his  conversational  account  of  Joseph  Israels,  and  his  art, 
at  a  dinner,  are  most  vivid  in  my  memory  for  their  matchless 
beauty.  Every  meeting  with  him  was  apt  to  be  made  mem- 
orable by  some  fine  saying  or  doing. 

As  Puritan 

Yet  the  Puritan  strain  in  his  lineage  was  as  pronounced 
as  the  Spanish,  and  made  him  practical,  modest,  firm  and 
conscientious.  His  great  influence  from  pulpit  and  platform 
and  in  lecture  rooms,  he  regarded  as  a  sacred  trust.  There- 
fore, he  resisted  the  temptation  to  use  those  striking  half- 
truths,  those  paradoxes  and  sensational  comments  that  gain 
notoriety.  It  was  contrary  to  the  object  and  spirit  of  all  his 
work. 

A  Man  and  Brother 

When  you  consider  Dr.  Gunsaulus  in  relation  to  Art — 
as  a  lover  of  music  and  a  collector  and  appreciator  of  paint- 
ings, pottery,  rare  prints  and  missals,  he  seems  all  artist. 
When  you  read  his  written  words  in  poetry,  biography, 
fiction,  criticism  and  religion,  he  seems  the  man  of  letters. 
When  you  see  him  the  head  of  Armour  Institute,  not  only 
directing  its  technical  studies  and  training,  but  creating  and 
managing  the  whole  organization  and  planning  its  enlarge- 
ment, he  is  a  master  of  practicalities,  dynamic  as  one  of  its 
electrical  engines;  when  you  heard  him  speak  from  this 

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platform  in  Central  Church,  inspired  and  inspiring,  with  all 
his  artistic  tastes  and  faculties,  all  his  learning  and  literary 
skill,  all  his  practical  wisdom  and  common  sense,  all  his  wide 
experiences  of  life,  fused  and  flaming  in  his  voice,  as  he 
sought  to  lift  his  hearers  to  moral  heights,  to  set  their  feet  in 
right  paths  and  to  make  the  currents  of  their  lives  cleaner 
and  sweeter  and  more  helpful,  you  knew  that  he  was  the 
preacher! — using  every  possession, — "all  thoughts,  all  pas- 
sions, all  delights, — to  feed  that  sacred  flame."  But  if  you 
knew  him,  even  a  little,  in  his  completeness,  you  came  to 
realize  that  behind  and  above  the  art-lover  and  the  poet, 
the  popular  lecturer,  the  educational  leader  and  the  great 
preacher,  was  a  man  and  a  brother.  And  you  would  never 
think  of  him  again  as  any  one  of  his  many  parts. 


His  Ideals 

It  was  his  ideal  of  a  citizen,  that  in  all  his  relationships 
he  should  always  be  a  man  and  a  brother.  Therefore,  as  a 
citizen,  he  was  a  brother  to  all  who  heard  him,  to  all  who 
went  to  him  for  counsel  or  comfort — an  inspiring  brother 
to  all  the  City's  agencies  of  moral  and  artistic  beauty  and 
enlightenment.  This  great  brother,  alike  of  the  rich  and  the 
poor,  and  of  those  who  were  neither  rich  nor  poor,  not  only 
made  the  world  better,  but  he  made  it  happier  and  more 
beautiful;  and  he  found  his  reward  and  his  joy  in  this  beauty 
and  in  the  happiness  of  others. 

No  man  had  a  finer  sense  of  justice  and  tolerance.  He 
knew  no  lines  of  color,  or  race,  or  sect,  or  religion,  where  he 
could  serve.  Once  a  rich  father  complained  to  him  that  his 
son  was  in  the  same  class  with  a  colored  boy  at  Armour 
Institute.  "He  was,  but  he  isn't,"  was  the  answer;  "the 
colored  boy  made  98  in  his  examinations,  the  white  boy  less 
than  60."  This  Great  Heart,  as  he  has  been  called,  after 
Bunyan's  faithful  guide  in  the  Pilgrim's  Progress,   toiled 

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joyously  and  with  unflagging  zeal  for  the  people  of  this  City 
and  State  and  Nation,  His  sympathy,  his  hope  and  his 
faith,  under  all  conditions,  in  every  relation,  were  as  bound- 
less as  the  air. 

His  daily  life  among  people  who  heard  him  or  met  him 
or  realized  his  endeavor,  was  constantly  saying  to  them — 
not  in  words,  but  more  distinctly:  "Why  spend  your 
money  for  that  which  is  not  bread,  and  your  labor  for  that 
which  satisfieth  not?" 


A  Marvellous  Life 

A  marvellous  life  of  aspiration  and  achievement! — 
in  itself  and  in  the  multitudes  that  he  influenced;  in  its 
scope  and  variety  of  activity;  also  in  its  intense  and  ceaseless 
energy,  and  the  beauty  of  its  unselfish  service.  No  citizen 
has  ever  had  a  broader  or  clearer  vision  of  the  higher  pos- 
sibilities of  Chicago  in  human  development,  or  has  done 
more  to  shape  the  forces  to  realize  this  vision.  Truly  it  has 
been  said:  "He  was  the  first  citizen  of  his  city — ^the  in- 
carnation of  its  genius  and  the  prophecy  of  its  future." 


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RESOLUTIONS 

Presented  by  Bernard  E.  Sunny 

IN  the  sixty-sixth  year  of  a  Hfe  devoted  to  the  glory  of 
God  and  the  service  of  man,  the  great  soul  of  Frank 
Wakely  Gunsaulus  has  gone  to  its  everlasting  reward. 

^^^lile  we  are  of  thousands  who  have  gathered  here  today, 
we  are  but  a  few  of  the  many  who  loved  him,  and  whom  he 
loved,  and  we  seek — e-^xn  inadequately  as  it  must  be — to 
place  on  record  our  estimate  of  his  character  and  work, 
and  our  sense  of  gratitude  for  his  life  among  us  for  so  many 
years. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  deeply  appreciated  and  revered 
always,  but  we  realize  now,  to  an  even  greater  degree,  his 
eminence  and  invaluable  activities.  Citizenship  has  lost  a 
militant  patriot;  art  an  earnest  apostle;  education  a  trium- 
phant leader;  religion  an  ardent  prophet;  and  humanity,  the 
world  over,  a  sympathizing  and  helpful  friend. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  a  heroic  mold  mentally  and  physically, 
and,  in  his  capacity  as  a  citizen,  was  a  tireless  crusader  who 
won  and  held  the  multitude  to  the  standards  of  law,  order 
and  civic  righteousness.  His  was  a  sense  of  responsibility, 
catholic  and  keenly  vigilant. 

He  could  not  have  a  mere  casual  interest  in  anv  situation 
or  measure  which  threatened  the  common  safety  or  happi- 
ness. With  a  foresight  and  alertness  that  were  character- 
istic, he  was  immediately  aglow  and  into  the  arena  at  the 
first  sign  of  danger,  where  he  asked  for  no  quarter  and  gave 
none. 

An  armored  knight  when  need  be,  in  other  hours  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  was  a  student,  a  poet,  a  musician. 

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His  was  an  unquenchable  eagerness  for  knowledge,  and 
his  quick  intelligence,  aided  by  an  aptitude  for  sifting  the 
significant  from  the  trivial,  carried  him  in  his  range  of  in- 
terest far  beyond  our  conception  of  the  possibilities  of  the 
human  mind. 

Those  facts  were  most  dear  to  him  that  could  be  made  to 
add  to  men's  store  of  knowledge  and  happiness.  In  his 
writings,  Dr.  Gunsaulus  has  given  us  vividly  the  harvest  of 
a  scholar.  In  his  poems  he  has  shared  with  us  a  fruition 
of  spirit  that  is  gleaned  from  the  fields  of  many  centuries. 

His  love  for  music  was  a  passion  underlying  all  the  color- 
ful parts  he  played  with  unvarying  ardor  in  his  life  among  us. 
In  its  ministry  he  profoundly  believed;  he  relied  upon  it  to 
illustrate  and  interpret  beyond  the  power  of  words,  and 
labored  urgently  that  others  might  share  its  gifts  and  its 
message. 

The  sense  of  beauty  which  was  so  marked  in  his  religious 
ministrations,  his  deep  understanding  and  appreciation  of 
all  art,  flowed  through  him  into  the  life  of  our  city.  As 
Trustee  of  the  Art  Institute  and  of  the  Field  Museum  of 
Natural  History,  donor  of  important  collections  to  each 
institution;  as  patron,  collector  and  inspirer  of  artistic  and 
antiquarian  interest  wherever  he  went,  his  name  will  be 
kept  in  honor  in  the  hearts  of  all  lovers  of  ancient  and 
beautiful  things.  He  contributed  to  the  art  development  of 
Chicago,  gifts,  which  none  but  he  could  bestow;  and  he  pos- 
sessed the  power  of  stimulating  enthusiasm  and  of  enlisting 
faith  in  the  significance  of  art.  More  fortunate  than  many 
another  scholar,  he  preserved  his  intimacy  with  the  masses 
and  pointed  out  to  them  the  solace  of  art.  He  visioned  its 
province  with  an  enthusiasm  which  inspired  his  associates 
by  its  creative  vigor;  he  advanced  a  knowledge  of  the 
manifestation  of  art  for  life's  sake,  tireless  as  a  teacher  and 
a  lecturer,  disseminating  his  learning  in  schools,  colleges 
and  art  museums  throughout  the  country;  and  for  all  of 

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these,  and  because  of  his  life  service,  he  will  always  be 
reverently  regarded  as  one  of  the  vital  forces  of  art  in  his 
time. 

Chicago  will  remember  Dr.  Gunsaulus  as  the  educator, 
to  whose  vision  and  creative  leadership  it  owes  its  foremost 
technical  school — Armour  Institute  of  Technology.  A 
famous  sermon  of  his  led  to  its  foundation  and  subsequent 
enlargement;  he  has  been  its  only  President;  and  to  this 
"Child  of  his  Faith  and  Hope"  the  larger  part  of  his  time 
and  strength  have  been  given  for  more  than  a  quarter  of  a 
century.  It  embodied  not  only  his  passionate  interest  in 
young  people  and  their  training,  but  his  comprehensive 
philosophy  of  education,  and  his  large  sense  of  human  welfare 
and  progress.  Its  great  past  and  its  still  greater  future  will 
be  commemorative  of  him  whose  prophetic  eye  foresaw, 
and  kindling  heart  first  inspired,  that  which  his  marked 
powers  of  administration  and  indomitable  energy  have  done 
so  much  to  turn  into  reality. 

Underlying  every  interest,  every  activity  of  Dr.  Gunsau- 
lus, was  a  profound  spirit  of  reverence  which  glorified  his 
attitude  toward  all  great  things.  To  most  people  he  was, 
first  and  fundamentally,  a  preacher, — a  faithful  ambassador 
of  Christ,  in  whom  a  native  gift  of  eloquent  utterance,  a 
vivid  imagination,  an  extraordinary  power  of  dramatic 
characterization,  a  creative  aesthetic  sense,  intense  moral 
convictions,  and  a  rich  religious  experience,  combined  to 
make  one  of  the  great  voices  of  the  American  pulpit.  The 
warm  Spanish  and  the  deep  Puritan  strains  in  his  unusual 
inheritance  mingled  in  him  to  produce  a  spiritual  prophet 
who,  through  twleve  years  in  Plymouth  Church  and  twenty 
years  in  Central  Church,  led  hundreds  of  thousands  to 
"worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness."  His  trumpet 
call,  simple  and  impassioned,  reached  alike  all  men — an 
equal  inspiration  to  educated  and  uneducated,  to  young 
and  old,  rich  and  poor — a  fountain  of  courage  and  strength. 

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The  nation  knew  Dr.  Gunsaulus  almost  as  well  as  did 
Chicago.  Perhaps  none  other  of  our  city  and  of  our  day  was 
so  reverenced  by  his  countrymen.  Often  and  more  often,  as 
his  fame  spread  from  sea  to  sea,  came  the  call  to  pulpit  or 
lecture  hall,  of  villages  and  cities  all  over  the  land  and,  never 
sparing  his  strength,  never  thinking  of  his  convenience  or 
comfort,  he  hastened  to  respond  and  give  of  his  wealth  of 
eloquence,  knowledge  and  understanding.  Those  who  had 
the  privilege  of  finding  themselves  under  his  magnetic  spell 
will  not  forget,  as  long  as  memory  lasts,  the  greatest  preacher 
of  his  day. 

But  back  of  his  diverse  interests  and  achievements  lies 
the  most  remarkable  thing  about  Dr.  Gunsaulus — his 
unique  and  irresistible  personality.  Magnetic  and  dominat- 
ing as  he  was,  he  never  used  his  great  power  over  other  men 
meanly  or  selfishly.  He  was  quick  to  know  and  generously 
applaud  the  smallest  contribution  of  others  to  the  common 
weal. 

He  had  a  heart  of  gold — unalloyed  in  its  integrity,  quick 
to  melt  in  sympathy,  rich  in  the  rewards  of  its  friendship. 
This  made  him  deeply  beloved  and  constantly  sought  out  by 
all  sorts  and  conditions  of  men;  for  he  was  intuitive  to 
understand,  tender  to  comfort,  wise  to  counsel  and  mighty 
to  inspire. 

He  had  an  unfailing  memory  for  our  graces  and  a  merciful 
forgetfulness  for  our  shortcomings. 

The  love  for  his  fellow  men,  that  poured  forth  unstinted 
and  inexhaustible  from  his  own  great  heart,  came  back  to 
him  again  in  the  universal  regard  and  general  affection 
which  this  memorial  gathering  seeks  to  express. 

To  his  family,  we  extend  our  deepest  sympathy  and  the 
acknowledgment  of  the  debt  of  humanity  to  this  husband  and 
father — a  debt  which  can  never  be  repaid. 

Therefore,  Be  it  Resolved  by  all  here  assembled,  that 
this  obligation  be  preserved  in  deathless  memory  and  that 

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the  name  of  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  be  inscribed  forever 
upon  the  honor  roll  of  our  city  and  country  as  one  of  our 
noblest  and  best  beloved  citizens;  as  an  art  lover,  educator, 
orator,  writer,  minister — unsurpassed  in  understanding, 
undisputed  in  leadership,  and  unforgotten  in  his  abiding  and 
inspiring  influence. 

As  we  glimpse  the  sunlight  through  the  rift  in  the  clouds, 
so,  through  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  we  sense  the  glory  of  the  Infinite. 
Through  him  and  "through  the  lenses  of  our  tears,  we  get 
a  closer  view  of  heaven." 


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MEMORIAL  ADDRESS 

By  Clarence  T.  Brown, 

At  The  Ohio  Wesleyan  University,  Sunday, 
June  12th,  1921. 

ANY  single  address  upon  the  many-sided  life  of  Dr. 
'  Gunsaulus  must  necessarily  leave  out  many  things 
which  his  friends  would  have  liked  to  hear.  If  I  do  not  today 
dwell  upon  what  was  to  you  the  most  precious  quality  of  his 
personality,  namely,  his  boundless  affection  and  generosity, 
I  am  sure  you  will  understand  that  it  is  not  from  lack  of  love 
on  my  part,  but  rather  from  such  a  fulness  of  love  that  I  dare 
not  dwell  upon  it  lest  my  address  be  carried  away  by  the 
swelling  tide  of  my  own  emotions.  We  were  boys  together; 
in  1887  I  married  his  only  sister,  and  through  all  the  years 
we  have  been  not  only  brothers-in-law,  but  brothers  in  heart. 

A  man's  Alma  Mater,  like  all  good  mothers,  follows  her 
sons  through  the  years  with  loving  interest,  rejoices  in  all 
their  achievements,  and  loves  to  have  them  recounted  to  her, 
especially  when  those  achievements  have  been  such  as  to 
win  for  them  a  fair  renown  among  their  fellows.  Let  me, 
therefore,  bring  you  today,  first  of  all,  a  few  of  the  many 
tributes  from  his  own  City  of  Chicago  to  this  loving  and 
beloved  son  of  the  Ohio  Wesleyan  University.  At  a  great 
memorial  service  held  in  the  Auditorium  in  Chicago  on  the 
24th  of  April,  when  men  and  women  from  all  walks  of  life 
gathered  in  reverence  and  affection  to  honor  this  beloved 
leader,  resolutions  were  adopted,  from  which  I  will  read  two 
or  three  paragraphs. 

"Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  deeply  appreciated  and  revered 
always,  but  we  realize  now,  to  an  even  greater  degree,  his 

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eminent  and  invaluable  activities.  Citizenship  has  lost  a 
militant  patriot;  Art  an  earnest  apostle;  Education  a  tri- 
umphant leader;  Religion  an  ardent  i)roi)liet,  and  Humanity 
the  world  over  a  sympathizing  and  helpful  friend. 

"The  sense  of  beauty  which  was  so  marked  in  his 
religious  ministrations,  his  deep  understanding  and  apprecia- 
tion of  all  art,  flowed  through  him  into  the  life  of  our  city. 
*  *  *  More  fortunate  than  many  another  scholar,  he 
preserved  his  intimacy  with  the  masses,  and  pointed  out  to 
them  the  solace  of  art.  *     *     * 

"To  most  people  he  was,  first  and  fundamentally,  a 
preacher, — a  spiritual  prophet  who,  through  twelve  years 
in  Plymouth  Church  and  twenty  years  in  Central  Church, 
led  hundreds  of  thousands  to  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty 
of  holiness.  His  trumpet  call,  simple  and  impassioned, 
reached  alike  all  men, — an  equal  inspiration  to  educated  and 
uneducated,  to  young  and  old,  rich  and  poor, — a  fountain 
of  courage  and  strength. 

"  *  *  *  Those  who  had  the  privilege  of  finding  them- 
selves under  his  magnetic  spell  will  not  forget,  as  long  as 
memory  lasts,  the  greatest  preacher  of  his  day. 

"The  love  for  his  fellow  men,  that  poured  forth  un- 
stinted and  inexliaustible  from  his  own  heart,  came  back  to 
him  again  in  the  universal  regard  and  general  affection  which 
this  memorial  gathering  seeks  to  express.  *  *  * 

"Therefore,  Be  it  Resolved  by  all  here  assembled, 
that  this  obligation  be  preserved  in  deathless  memory,  and 
that  the  name  of  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  be  inscribed 
forever  upon  the  honor  roll  of  our  city  and  country  as 
one  of  our  noblest  and  best  beloved  citizens;  educator, 
orator,  writer,  lover  of  music  and  art,  minister — unsurpassed 
in  understanding,  undisputed  in  leadership,  and  unforgotten 
in  his  abiding  and  inspiring  influence." 

Among  the  many  resolutions  that  have  been  adopted 
it  is  significant  that  they  should  have  come,  not  only  from 

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church  organizations  and  institutions  of  learning,  from  so- 
cieties interested  in  art,  music  and  civic  righteousness,  in 
which  he  played  so  large  a  part,  but  that  so  many  of  them 
have  come  from  organizations  that  are  purely  commercial, 
whose  prime  interest  is  in  what  we  call  the  practical  affairs  of 
life.  Let  me  read  you  just  one  paragraph  from  the  resolutions 
sent  to  his  family  by  the  Chicago  Association  of  Commerce : 

"As  a  nobleman  of  God  his  life  found  daily  expression 
in  love  for  his  fellows.  He  unsparingly  gave  of  his  best  in 
responding  to  the  challenge  of  his  city.  A  man  of  heroic 
mould,  physically  and  mentally,  he  won  and  influenced  for 
good  a  multitude  in  the  state  and  nation.  *  *  *  He 
lived  to  serve.  'As  one  lamp  lights  another,  nor  glows  less,  so 
nobleness  enkindleth  nobleness.' " 

It  must  be  of  peculiar  interest  to  this  institution,  whose 
primary  purpose  is  to  train  men  and  women  for  moral 
leadership,  that  so  many  of  these  testimonies  have  come 
from  the  business  world,  expressing  appreciation  of  the 
fact  that  his  moral  idealism  and  his  spiritual  leadership  had 
given  a  truer  direction  and  a  finer  issue  even  to  the  material 
concerns  of  a  great  city.  Practical  men  saw  in  him  an 
impressive  demonstration  of  the  incalculable  service  which 
the  man  of  letters  and  ideals,  the  apostle  of  culture,  and  the 
prophet  of  religion  renders  to  the  common  good.  Every  now 
and  then  some  man  who  believes,  in  spite  of  eminent  testi- 
mony to  the  contrary,  that  a  man's  life  does  consist  in  the 
abundance  of  the  things  that  he  possesses,  rises  up  to  move 
that  the  colleges  be  closed  and  the  churches  abolished  on  the 
ground  that  they  are  contributing  nothing  to  the  common 
welfare  and  wealth  of  the  world.  Humanly  speaking,  we 
never  should  have  had  such  a  man  of  light  and  leading  as 
Dr.  Gunsaulus  but  for  the  village  church  in  which  he  gave 
his  heart  to  God,  where  from  the  torch  of  religion  held  in 
humble  hands  that  torch  was  lighted  which,  for  a  whole 
generation,  was  held  aloft  in  splendor  over  a  great  city,  and 

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shed  its  beneficent  light  far  out  across  the  hind  from  sea  to 
sea.  Fiirtlierniore,  he  might  never  have  had  such  a  career 
but  for  this  Cliristian  College,  which  opened  to  him  the 
gates  of  the  higher  learning,  and  inducted  him  into  the 
great  courts  of  human  culture,  where  he  was  made  aware  of 
the  tremendous  obligations  of  our  racial  heritage. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  achieved  such  distinction  as  author, 
educator  and  preacher  as  has  been  attained  by  few  in  his 
generation.  It  is  not  my  purpose,  however,  to  employ  this 
memorial  hour  in  any  attempt  to  describe  his  exceptional 
gifts,  but  if  I  may,  to  point  out  the  noble  use  which  he  made 
of  them.  The  value  of  the  life  of  the  extraordinary  man  to 
the  ordinary  man  does  not  lie  in  his  difference  from  him  but 
in  his  likeness  to  him;  the  difference  is  only  a  matter  of 
degree;  the  likeness  is  in  the  essential  quality.  The  light 
of  a  great  beacon  shining  far  out  upon  the  deep  is  the  same 
light  as  that  which  shines  from  a  lamp  in  the  window.  Let 
me,  therefore,  speak  today  concerning  those  fundamental 
elements  in  the  character  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus, — those  con- 
victions and  ideals,  those  attitudes  and  purposes, — that 
make  for  good  character  in  everybody,  and  for  the  glory  of 
God  everywhere.  This,  I  am  sure,  would  be  his  desire. 
Thinking,  then,  of  the  things  that  were  determinative  and 
formative  in  the  character  and  service  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus, 
let  me  say  at  once  that  among  all  the  varied  interests  of 
his  many-sided  life  and  its  wide-reaching  activities,  his 
major  interest  was  religion.  That  gave  significance  to  all 
his  other  interests  and  essential  unity  to  his  diversified 
activities.  He  never  used  the  pulpit  as  a  lecture  platform; 
but,  on  the  other  hand,  he  very  often  turned  the  lecture  plat- 
form into  a  pulpit.  His  supreme  interest  was  in  religion,  and 
it  was  more  than  an  intellectual  or  historical  or  homiletical 
interest.  He  had  noble  ideas  of  God,  one  of  the  most  broadly 
and  adequately  Christian  conceptions  of  God  that  I  have 
ever  known  any  man  to  possess,  but  his  religion  was  a  good 

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deal  more  than  a  conception  of  God,  noble  as  that  was,  it 
was  a  communion  with  God,  a  reverent  but  confident  co- 
operation with  God.  He  had  no  foolish  notion  of  the  infalli- 
bility of  his  own  opinions  or  judgments,  but  he  had  no  man- 
ner of  doubt  that  he  spoke  to  men  as  a  messenger  of  an 
infallible  God,  summoning  them  to  commit  their  ways  to 
His  will  and  to  yield  their  hearts  to  His  love.  A  man  could 
not  spend  an  hour  under  the  commanding  spell  of  his  preach- 
ing without  a  profound  conviction  that  for  him  and  for  all 
men  everywhere  the  one  necessity  was  God.  Before  that 
supreme  need,  all  the  other  needs  of  life  fell  into  their  own 
place,  and  all  the  glory  of  the  world  and  the  pomp  of  cir- 
cumstances paled  into  insignificance. 

The  fundamental  factor  in  the  character  and  influence 
of  this  remarkable  man  was  his  humility.  "Humility.'^" 
Some  of  you  are  saying.  That  is  a  strange  word  to  use  as 
the  most  prominent  characteristic  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus.  You 
are  thinking  of  him  perhaps  as  you  saw  him  one  day  when  he 
was  holding  a  vast  audience  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand,  sway- 
ing them  as  he  would;  or  perhaps  of  another  hour  when  he 
was  bidding  defiance  to  some  arrogant  sin  or  denouncing 
some  public  sinner,  when  his  words  were  as  terrible  as  an 
army  with  banners.  There  were  times  when  his  humility 
was  like  that  of  the  Puritan  forebears  of  his  mother,  of  whom 
it  was  said,  "They  bowed  their  faces  in  the  dust  before 
Jehovah  and  set  their  feet  on  the  neck  of  kings."  Or  you 
may  be  thinking  of  the  place  of  distinguished  leadership 
which  he  took  as  if  of  right  it  belonged  to  him,  and  you  say, 
"How  do  you  make  it  out  that  the  fundamental  character- 
istic of  this  man  was  his  humility.^"  Furthermore,  it  never 
occurred  to  him  to  disclaim  the  possession  of  remarkable  gifts 
and  powers,  but  in  spite  of  all  that,  I  am  prepared  to  say  to 
you,  after  an  acquaintance  of  fifty  years,  that  the  most 
elemental  thing,  the  most  determinative  thing,  in  the 
character  of  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  was  his  humility.   His  was 

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the  kind  of  liumility  wliich  Ruskin  has  so  finely  described: 
"I  beHeve  the  first  test  of  a  truly  great  man  is  his  humility. 
I  do  not  mean  by  humility  doubt  of  his  own  j)o\ver,  or  hesi- 
tation in  speaking  his  opinions.  *  *  *  All  great  men  not 
only  know  their  business,  but  usually  know  that  tliey  know 
it,  and  are  not  only  right  in  their  main  opinions,  but  they 
usually  know  that  they  are  right  in  them,  only  they  do  not 
think  much  of  themselves  on  that  account.  *  ♦  *  They 
have  a  curious  under-sense  of  powerlessness,  a  feeling 
that  the  power  is  not  in  them,  but  through  them,  that  they 
could  not  do  or  be  anything  else  than  God  made  them; 
and  they  see  something  divine  and  God-made  in  every 
other  man  they  meet,  and  are  endlessly,  foolishly,  incredibly 
merciful." 

That  was  the  kind  of  humility  that  Dr.  Gunsaulus  had. 
It  was  the  humility  of  a  man  who  not  only  believed  in  the 
sovereignty  of  God,  but  of  a  man  who  felt  it.  You  could  not 
know  him  well  without  being  sure  of  that.  You  could  not 
hear  him  pray  without  being  sure  of  that.  When  he  engaged 
in  public  prayer  you  felt  the  majesty,  the  ineffable  splendor, 
the  infinite  mercy  of  the  Eternal  God. 

No  prophet  or  Puritan  of  old  believed  more  profoundly 
in  the  sovereignty  of  God  than  he.  Preachments  like  those 
of  Mr.  Wells  concerning  a  finite  God,  heroically  struggling  on 
toward  perfection,  seemed  to  him  sheer  nonsense.  He  be- 
lieved not  only  in  the  companionable  God,  but  in  the  cosmic, 
transcendent  God,  infinite  in  power  and  in  wisdom.  He 
believed  in  God  over  all,  transcending  all  other  powers  in 
heaven  and  in  earth,  before  Whose  judgment  seat  all  human 
authorities  must  give  an  account — all  kings  and  councils, 
all  rulers  and  governments,  all  autocracies  and  all  demo- 
cracies,— including  our  own!  That  is  just  the  point  where 
so  many  so-called  Christians  turn  out  to  be  pagans.  He  gave 
no  quarter  to  that  superstititious  patriotism,  that  counter- 
feit Americanism  which  dotes  on  "Vox  populi,  vox  Dei." 

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The  voice  of  the  people  might  be  the  voice  of  God,  or  it 
might  not  be.  No  man  was  more  patriotically  American 
than  he;  none  more  enamored  of  the  ideal  of  a  government 
of,  by,  and  for  the  people,  then  he.  No  man  since  Abraham 
Lincoln  loved  the  common  people  more  than  he.  But  he 
never  encouraged  them  in  the  illusion  that  what  they 
thought  was  necessarily  what  God  thought,  or  that  what 
they  wanted  was  what  God  was  bound  to  give  them.  An 
American  policy  might  be  right  or  it  might  be  wrong,  but 
the  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  righteous  altogether. 
That  rang  through  all  his  speeches,  and  was  the  keynote  in 
his  last  public  address  two  nights  before  his  death.  That 
was  one  reason  why  the  people  gave  so  much  heed  to  what 
he  said.  Say  what  you  will,  humanity  will  not  believe 
anyone  very  much  but  God,  and  they  will  not  follow  any 
leader  for  long  if  they  suspect  that  he  does  not  believe  in  the 
absolute  authority  and  in  the  sovereign  purpose  of  God  in 
His  world.  He  believed  profoundly  that  the  only  basis  for 
civil  liberty  is  religious  liberty,  and  that  the  only  guaranty 
of  the  permanence  of  our  great  free  institutions  rests  in  the 
character  of  the  people  who  have  the  fear  of  God  before  their 
eyes  and  the  love  of  God  in  their  hearts. 

As  a  humble  servant  of  the  most  high  God,  he  had  a 
vigilant  and  compelling  sense  of  responsibility ;  he  could  not 
have  a  mere  casual  interest  in  any  measure  which  threatened 
the  common  good.  He  was  no  prophet  of  smooth  things, 
crying,  "Peace,  Peace,  when  there  was  no  peace."  Deeply 
as  he  deplored  those  perversions  of  religion  which  appear  in 
obscurantism,  slavish  literalism,  sectarianism,  and  fana- 
ticism in  all  its  forms,  his  dislike  of  these  was  mild  in  com- 
parison to  his  disgust  for  that  negation  of  religion  which 
appears  in  a  self-indulgent  and  indolent  sentimentalism. 
Fanaticism  he  deplored,  dilettantism  he  despised. 

Out  of  this  same  unfaltering  faith  in  the  omnipotent 
and  omniscient  God  came  his  serious  and  unflagging  op- 

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timism, — the  last  remove  from  the  superficial  sort  that  comes 
from  closing  the  mind  to  all  the  painful  and  tragical  aspects 
of  the  world, — but  by  opening  his  mind  to  the  vision  of  the 
God  great  enough  and  good  enough  to  bring  to  pass  His 
purpose  to  establish  in  the  earth  His  kingdom  of  righteous- 
ness and  peace,  wherein  every  tongue  shall  confess  that  Jesus 
Christ  is  Lord,  to  the  glory  of  God  the  Father.  Never  in 
his  darkest  hour  did  he  doubt  the  triumph  of  God;  he 
verily  "endured  as  seeing  Him  Who  is  invisible."  "Let  man 
submit,"  he  said,  "to  omnipotence,  and  undertake  the  in- 
evitable; the  irresistible  current  of  the  Divine  Life  will 
invite  and  bear  up  whatever  argosies  may  and  ought  to 
move  upon  its  flood.  He  is  in  the  hands  of  God  moving  in 
history." 

It  was  out  of  this  same  profound  spirit  of  reverence, — 
out  of  the  deeps  of  a  great  humility  that  his  eloquent  voice 
rose  to  such  commanding  heights  of  spiritual  power.  As  I 
think  again  with  you  of  the  music  and  the  moving  power  of 
his  preaching,  I  think  of  those  words  of  Isaiah,  in  which  he 
gave  an  account  of  the  origin  of  his  message  as  a  preacher : 

"The  Lord  God  hath  given  me  the  tongue  of  the  learned  that  I  should 
know  how  to  speak  a  word  in  season  to  him  that  is  weary;  he  wakeneth 
morning  by  morning;  he  wakeneth  mine  ear  to  hear  as  the  learned.  The 
Lord  God  hath  opened  mine  'ear,  and  I  was  not  rebellious,  nor  turned 
away  back." 

In  some  such  experience  as  this  is  found,  I  think,  the 
hiding  of  his  power  as  a  preacher.  He  had  great  native  gifts, 
it  is  true;  an  intellect  of  imperial  dimensions  and  resources; 
a  marvelously  retentive  and  discriminating  memory;  a 
vivid  creative  imagination;  a  remarkable  gift  for  dramatic 
characterization;  the  poet's  soul,  sensitive  to  all  things  beau- 
tiful and  sublime;  an  emotional  power  that  at  times  swept 
and  lifted  vast  audiences  like  the  waves  of  the  sea;  the  ora- 
tor's instinct  and  indefinable  magnetism;  and  withal  a 
magnificent  organ-like  voice,  whose  tones  rang  out  to  the 

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remotest  ear  of  a  vast  audience  as  clear  and  distinct  as  the 
tones  of  a  trumpet.  But  all  these  are  secondary  elements 
in  his  eloquence;  the  primary  one  is  his  own  profound 
spiritual  experience,  such  as  is  described  in  Isaiah's  words, — 
"The  Lord  God  hath  opened  mine  ear  to  hear  and  given  me 
the  tongue  to  speak."  The  soul  of  his  eloquence  came  through 
the  ear  of  his  soul,  awakened  to  hear  the  voice  of  God. 
Having  heard,  he  must  speak.  Lord  Charnworth,  in  a  recent 
article,  says  of  religion:  "Amid  all  the  changes  of  time  and 
circumstances,  one  thing  remains  unchanged  and  un- 
changeable, the  approach  of  God  to  the  spirit  of  man,  and 
the  response  of  man  to  the  Spirit  of  God."  In  the  response  of 
this  man's  soul  to  the  approach  of  God's  spirit,  through  his 
utter  faith  in  and  his  glad  surrender  to  the  spirit  of  God,  you 
hear  the  music  and  feel  the  power  of  his  inspired  and  in- 
spiring message.  In  one  of  his  Yale  lectures,  where  he  is 
speaking  concerning  the  power  that  sometimes  springs 
forth  from  the  unconscious  depths  of  personality,  he 
describes  a  peculiarly  impressive  moment  in  an  eloquent 
address  by  Bishop  Simpson.  "I  saw,"  he  said,  "the  whole 
audience  at  a  certain  moment  electrified  at  the  appearance 
of  something  which  he  seemed  not  at  all  at  the  beginning,  or 
even  in  the  midst  of  his  discourse,  to  be  preaching  or  even 
thinking  about.  He  had  superior  powers  of  wooing  from  the 
crypts  of  his  memory  personal  figures,  who  walked  forth  as  if 
on  some  fresh  resurrection  morning  they  had  escaped  death. 
But  this  was  not  memory.  I  can  feel  and  hear  the  sentence, 
though  I  cannot  quote  it.  It  was  a  reason  for  a  reason  urged 
in  behalf  of  the  supremacy  of  our  moral  intuitions.  It  was, 
indeed,  a  stormy  moment  in  the  history  of  the  man,  for  he 
was  grappling  with  tremendous  currents  of  thought  and 
feeling.  The  lift  and  altitude  of  his  conscious  activities; 
the  quick  splendid  realization  of  the  currents  which  flowed 
within  sight  of  everyone  so  grandly  were  as  nothing  in  com- 
parison with  the  message  from  underneath.     It  seemed  a 

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voice  from  out  the  eternity  of  tlie  man's  ageless  spiritual 
life."  And  he  adds:  "This  is  eloquence  of  the  highest  order. 
It  is  never  mere  oratory.  This  is  poetry  of  the  highest  order; 
it  is  never  mere  verse.   As  William  Morris  said  of  Tennyson: 

'The  Master  could  not  tell,  with  all  his  lore. 
Wherefore  he  sang,  or  whence  the  mandate  sped.' 

"The  great  creations  of  men,"  he  says,  "are  born  in 
unconsciousness.  Personality  seems  to  fade,  yet  personality 
was  never  so  true  and  real.  We  gain  our  noblest  self,  as 
Galahad,  by  sublime  self-loss  in  the  universal." 

That,  I  think,  is  a  good  description  of  his  own  eloquence 
in  its  highest  reaches,  in  its  most  significant  power.  I  was 
speaking  to  a  friend  the  other  day  of  this  idea  of  eloquence 
as  the  response  of  man  to  the  Spirit  of  God,  and  he  said, 
"Yes,  I  think  that  is  true,  but  the  other  great  test  of  elo- 
quence is  whether  it  has  the  power  to  awaken  a  like  response 
in  those  who  hear  it."  For  forty  years  and  more  our  friend's 
eloquence,  tried  by  that  test,  was  not  found  wanting.  Fas- 
cinating as  the  speech  and  personality  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus 
were,  when  his  speech  was  most  vibrant  and  potent,  his 
hearers  lost  sight  of  him  and  forgot  all  else  in  the  music  of 
the  Eternal  Love  ringing  out  from  his  eloquent  lips. 

"Love  took  up  the  harp  of  life,  and  smote  on  all  the  chords 
with  might. 
Smote  the  chord  of  self  that  trembling,  passed  in  music 
out  of  sight" 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  indeed  a  great  servant  of  God,  a  fear- 
less and  masterful  champion  of  righteousness — reverent, 
vigilant,  unremitting  in  his  labors.  He  was  all  the  greater 
as  a  servant  of  God,  because  he  was  so  great  a  lover  of  God. 
The  humility  which  glorified  all  his  great  powers  was  the 
humility  of  a  heart  unspeakably  grateful  for  the  immeasur- 
able grace  of  God  disclosed  on  Calvary,  the  utter  sacrifice 
and  glorious  triumph  of  Redeeming  Love.    "Men  talk  of 

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preparation  for  the  Gospel  ministry!  There  is  no  prepara- 
tion," he  said,  "to  be  mentioned  in  the  same  thought  or 
breath  with  that  which  comes  of  the  struggle  and  the 
victory  over  sin  and  the  sinful  disposition,  in  full  view  of  the 
Sin-Bearer!"  And  he  often  said,  "The  only  pulpit  that  men 
respect  permanently  pours  forth  the  music  of  redemption." 
He  had  manifold  and  diversified  enthusiasm,  but  all  these 
were  bound  together  and  crowned  by  his  enthusiam  for 
God.  "All  goodness,"  he  once  said,  "virtue,  love,  any 
and  all  other  living  influences  and  realities,  must  have  per- 
sonal origins,  resources  and  connections,  or  none.  I  plead  for 
the  awakened  image  of  God,  living  by  love,  and  lifting  all 
and  everything  to  unity  of  blessing,  by  the  sublime  attrac- 
tion of  excellence.  *  *  *  Christ's  own  secret  of  personal 
influence  will  be  yours  and  mine,  only  when  we  accept,  for 
God's  sake  and  for  the  sake  of  our  brethren,  the  awful  gift  of 
personality  to  be  given  into  His  keeping  and  disciplined  by 
His  guidance." 

We  remember  with  profound  gratitude  the  notable 
contributions  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  to  the  common  good  as 
educator,  author,  publicist,  but  especially  as  one  who  has 
exalted  in  our  eyes  the  greatness  and  the  power  and  the 
beauty  of  the  Christian  Ministry.  As  we  hear  again  the 
persuasive  challenge  of  his  far-carrying  voice,  only  the 
words  of  Israel's  poet-prophet  can  express  our  feelings: 
"How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet  of  him  that 
bringeth  good  tidings;  that  publisheth  peace;  that  bringeth 
good  tidings  of  good;  that  publisheth  salvation;  that  sayeth 
unto  Zion,  Thy  God  reigneth." 


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1821 


THIS    TABUr    raESENTED   TO 

ARMOUR     fUSTITUTE     OF  TEOHNOLOeV 

BEARB  TRIBUTE  TO  THE   MEMORY  OF  THAT  6REAT  ANO  600D  MAN 

Dfi  FRANK  WAKEIY  SUNtAULUS 

AND  19  AN    EXPRESSION  OF  APPRECIATTON  OF  HIS  BROAD  VtSION 

m  nmim  tme  cause  of  rre  preventrm  through  the  AOsnsstON 

OF  rm  PROTECTION  EI«W£ER»«  as  one  of  the C0UR9E9M  Tt^  NSTTTUTE 
IN  THW  AS  IN  MANY  NOBLE   tiNOERTAKINSS   l«  WAS  A  PIONEER 
WE  VAUUEO  )«S  FRIENDSHff'  AMO  WE  REVERE   HIS  MEMORY 
WKmvmXIS  USORATODRS :  NATIONAL  KARO  OF  VffS  W«)eRWRITERS 

THE    UNION  THE    WESTERN    INSURANOE     BUREAU 

CMCASO  BOUQ  or  UNOERWRnpe^FmEMBUMNCE  8CH0URa»«>C0lfMrrrEE 
FIRE  UNDERWRITERS   ASBOCIAT'.ON  OF  THE    NORTHWEST 


Bronze  Memorial  Tablet,  19-21.     Owned  by  tiie  Armour  Institute 

of  Technology 


SPEECH   OF  PRESENTATION 
OF    THE    BRONZE    MEMORIAL    TABLET 

Gift  of  the  Fire  Insurance  Organizations  of  the 
Northwest,  October,  5,  1921 

By  Wellington  R.  Townley 

Mr.  President,  Members  of  the  Fire  Undenvriters  Associa- 
tion of  the  Northwest,  and  our  Honored  Guests: 

At  the  opening  of  this  afternoon's  session,  we  have  set 
aside  a  few  minutes  for  the  unveiling  and  presentation  of  this 
tablet. 

It  is  appropriate  that  we,  as  insurance  men,  commemorate 
the  passing  of  Doctor  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus,  preacher, 
educator,  art  lover,  citizen  and  friend.  Seldom  is  it  our 
privilege  to  gain  for  our  business  the  interest  of  great  men 
whose  principal  activities  are  outside  the  profession  of  Fire 
Insurance.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  a  man  who  rose  to  every 
occasion  and  never  failed  to  do  the  worthy  thing.  When  we 
approached  him  regarding  our  modest  little  scholarship  at 
Armour  Institute,  he  received  the  intelligence  of  our  pro- 
posal as  enthusiastically  as  though  it  were  some  great 
benefaction  to  that  institution.  His  friendliness  alone  gave 
the  project  prominence  and  we  today  are  happy  to  record  the 
presence  of  over  fifty  students  at  Armour  Institute  preparing 
themselves  for  the  great  work  of  conserving  life,  property 
and  all  their  essential  values. 

It  is  not  my  purpose  to  attempt  any  eulogy  of  this  great 
man.  Memorial  meetings  without  number  have  been  held 
in  this  city  and  elsewhere,  in  which  his  power  as  a  preacher; 
his  influence  as  an  educator;  his  help  to  all  the  branches  of 
art;  his  value  as  a  citizen,  have  been  faithfully  and  lovingly 

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recorded.  We  wish  simply  and  modestly  to  claim  him  as  part 
of  ourselves.  His  honorary  membership  in  this  Association 
is  something  that  we  shall  always  cherish.  Do  you  remember 
his  last  words  to  us?  They  sound  today  like  a  benediction: 
"You  are  drilling  soldiers  in  a  crusade  against  waste,  in  be- 
half of  the  home,  the  factory,  the  workshop,  the  palace  of 
art,  the  temple  of  Almighty  God.  And  may  God  give  you 
grace  to  measure  up  to  the  opportunities  of  your  time  and 
generation." 

The  very  day  that  the  spirit  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  returned 
to  God  who  gave  it,  a  few  of  his  friends  in  the  Fire  In- 
surance business,  representing  its  many  branches,  local  and 
national,  met  and  decided  that  some  fitting  memorial  should 
be  adopted  and  this  tablet  was  the  result.  Mr.  George 
Ganiere,  the  Artist  Sculptor,  knew  the  Doctor  well;  they 
met  very  often  at  the  Art  Institute,  and  the  wonderful 
likeness  the  artist  has  given  us  adds  greatly  to  the  value  of 
our  memorial. 

Our  Committee  has  consulted  with  the  authorities  at 
Armour  Institute  and  we  have  selected  a  place  where  this 
tablet  will  be  placed.  It  is  just  outside  the  door  of  the  office 
which  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  as  President  of  the  Institute,  occupied 
for  so  many  years.  And  when  the  new  buildings  are  con- 
structed, we  are  assured  that  our  gift  will  find  a  prominent 
and  permanent  place  where  the  record  of  our  appreciation 
of  this  great  soul  will  be  perpetuated. 

We  have  as  honored  guests  with  us  today  the  Deans 
of  the  Institute,  one  of  whom  is  now  Acting  President,  and 
I  shall  therefore  ask  Dean  Raymond,  on  behalf  of  Armour 
Institute  of  Technology,  to  accept  this  gift  from  the  various 
fire  insurance  organizations  whose  names  appear  on  the 
tablet.  The  memorial  carries  with  it  our  love  for  our  friend 
and  the  assurance  of  our  continued  interest  in  the  welfare 
of  the  Institution  to  which  he  was  so  devotedly  attached. 


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SPEECH   OF   ACTING   PRESIDENT. 
HOWARD   RAYMOND 

Made  in  Accepting  the  Memorial  Tablet  presented  by  the  Fire 
Insurance  Organizations  of  the  Northwest 

f~\^  behalf  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  I  receive  this  tablet 
^-^  with  true  regard  to  its  importance,  not  only  to  the 
Armour  Institute  of  Technology  but  to  the  field  of  education 
in  America.  Eloquent  tributes  have  been  paid  to  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  as  a  preacher,  orator,  lecturer,  citizen,  art  lover, 
and  educator,  but  this  tablet,  as  a  lasting  and  appropriate 
memorial,  justly  celebrates  a  great  and  distinguished  man 
as  a  pioneer  in  the  establishment  of  a  special  branch  of 
engineering  education. 

In  1903,  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  after  several  conferences  with 
the  President  of  the  Underwriters  Laboratories  and  other 
prominent  officials  who  were  interested  in  the  prevention 
of  fire  and  the  appalling  destruction  which  follows  in  its 
wake,  decided  to  establish  a  four-year  course  in  Fire  Protec- 
tion Engineering  at  the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology. 

In  common  with  many  new  ventures  in  education,  it 
was  received  with  some  misgivings  regarding  its  stability 
as  a  distinctive  branch  of  engineering  and,  consequently, 
passed  through  a  period  of  years  of  quiescence  and  somewhat 
uncertainty,  but  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  with  his  far-sighted  vision 
and  enthusiasm,  was  always  optimistic,  and  his  public 
utterances  in  behalf  of  fire  prevention,  always  so  impressive, 
wielded  a  mighty  influence  in  the  sweeping  away  of  feelings 
of  apprehension. 

The  Western  Actuarial  Bureau,  in  establishing  a  scholar- 
ship fund  for  the  benefit  of  students  in  Fire  Protection  En- 

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gineering,  has  performed  a  most  magnanimous  service.  Dr. 
Gunsaulus  has  often  spoken  of  his  great  appreciation  of  the 
loyal  co-operation  of  the  Underwriters  Laboratories,  and 
now,  with  these  scholarships  available  for  earnest  and  capable 
young  men,  the  future  and  success  of  the  course  in  Fire 
Protection  Engineering  is  assured. 

The  organizations  whose  names  appear  here  have  dedi- 
cated this  splendid  gift  to  the  noble  memory  of  a  noble 
man,  whose  life  was  a  series  of  noble  acts  for  the  betterment 
of  his  fellow  men.  This  tablet  will  always  be  held  as  a  sacred 
trust  and  occupy  a  prominent  place  in  the  buildings  of  the 
Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  whether  old  or  new, 
where  all  may  see;  where  the  young  may  be  impressed  and 
inspired  by  the  record  of  a  worthy  act  of  their  former 
President,  and  the  old  will  breathe  the  spirit  of  a  great 
benefactor  in  the  cause  of  education. 


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RESOLUTIONS 


RESOLUTIONS 
AMERICAN  ASSOCIATION  OF  ENGINEERS 

CHICAGO   CHAPTER 

Be  It  Resolved  That,  there  is  recognized  in  the  passing 
of  Dr.  Frank  Gunsaulus  the  loss  of  a  great  leader  in  the 
community,  and  in  the  development  of  engineering  know- 
ledge. The  Chicago  Chapter  of  the  American  Association  of 
Engineers,  in  regular  meeting  convened,  desires  to  extend 
this  expression  of  the  sincere  sympathy  of  its  members  to 
his  family  and  close  associates. 

And  Be  It  Further  Resolved:  That  the  Chapter 
President  shall  cause  to  be  conveyed  a  copy  of  the  above 
resolution  to  the  immediate  family  of  the  deceased  and  to 
the  Faculty  of  the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology. 

ARMOUR  INSTITUTE  OF  TECHNOLOGY 

BOARD   OF   TRUSTEES 

An  Omniscient  Providence  having  decreed  that  Frank 
Wakely  Gunsaulus  had  fulfilled  his  allotted  task  on 
earth,  in  obedience  to  a  Divine  Summons,  he  passed 
from  this  life  March  Seventeenth,  Nineteen  Hundred  and 
Twenty-One,  leaving  the  cause  of  humanity  enriched 
beyond  measure  by  his  contribution  of  inspiration  and 
service  in  its  behalf. 

We,  his  associates,  members  of  the  Board  of  Trustees 
of  the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  in  reverent  tribute 
to  his  memory,  have  assembled  today  to  express  our  sense 
of  personal  loss  and  to  record  in  these  minutes  the  cherished 
heritage  of  his  inspiration  as  a  sacred  and  perpetual  legacy. 

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For  thirty  years  he  was  the  President  and  guiding  spirit 
of  the  Armour  Institute  of  Technology.  An  able  adminis- 
trator and  wise  counsellor,  his  magnetic  personality  and 
dynamic  forcefulness  fostered  its  growth  and  influence  from 
the  inception  of  the  founder's  plan  in  the  year  Eighteen 
Hundred  and  Ninety-One  to  its  consummation  in  the  pres- 
ent completely  organized  and  fully  equipped  College  of 
Engineering.  It  stands,  the  embodiment  of  his  broad  and 
sympathetic  vision,  a  fitting  and  eternal  monument  to  his 
life,  his  character  and  his  genius. 

He  sought  the  truth  to  proclaim  it,  and  earned  the  abiding 
trust  of  all  men  by  his  nobility  of  thought,  high  moral  cour- 
age, sincerity  and  earnestness  of  purpose  so  well  exempli- 
fied by  his  devotion  to  his  chosen  work.  His  voice  was 
ever  uplifted  to  inspire  kindness  and  a  tender  consideration 
of  others  as  a  divine  duty.  The  ennobling  influence  of  his 
character  has  bequeathed  to  mankind  a  wider  horizon  of 
human  justice  than  his  coming  found.  His  place  cannot  be 
filled,  and  we  must  find  our  consolation  for  this  hour  of 
grief  in  our  enduring  memory  of  his  achievement  and  the 
solemn  obligation  to  carry  on  to  its  fruition  the  work  he  so 
ably  guided. 

The  Board  of  Trustees  extend  their  heartfelt  sympathy 
to  his  bereaved  family  with  the  hope  that  their  present  sor- 
row may  be  lightened  by  the  knowledge  that  his  life-time 
of  service  to  humanity  enshrines  his  memory  forever  with 
the  truly  great  among  mankind. 

ARMOUR  INSTITUTE  OF  TECHNOLOGY 

THE   FACULTY 

The  members  of  the  Faculty  of  the  Armour  Institute  of 
Technology,  feeling  profoundly  the  great  sorrow  and  bereave- 
ment that  has  come  to  our  beloved  Institution  through  the 
death  of  its  President,  Dr.   Gunsaulus,   herewith  express 

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IN  MEMORIAM 


their  deep-felt  grief  over  the  irreparal^le  loss  of  his  friendship 
and  leadership. 

His  inspiring  influence  will  ever  continue  to  guide  us  in 
our  work  and  life. 

To  Mrs.  Gunsaulus  and  the  members  of  his  family  we 
tender  our  sincerest  sjnnpathy. 

ARMOUR  INSTITUTE  OF  TECHNOLOGY 

THE    ALUMNI 

God,  in  His  infinite  wisdom,  has  seen  fit  to  remove  from 
our  midst  our  teacher  and  adviser.  Dr.  Frank  Wakely  Gun- 
saulus, for  the  past  twenty-eight  years  President  of  Armour 
Institute  of  Technology.  He  was  a  master  scholar,  who  ap- 
preciated the  importance  of  new  and  progressive  ideas.  He 
was  broad-minded,  sincere,  brave,  and  true,  and  was  a  man  of 
the  highest  ideals.  He  was  an  untiring,  true  patriot.  His 
vision  of  the  possibilities  of  scientific  achievements  was  a 
great  light  to  our  Alumni. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  far  more  than  a  President  to  us. 
The  Alumni  has  always  followed  his  high  ideals  and  hopes 
to  continue  his  policies  in  the  future. 

Therefore,  be  it 

Resolved  that  in  the  death  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  the 
Alumni  of  Armour  Institute  of  Technology  has  lost  a  worthy 
leader,  his  family  a  loving  husband  and  kind  father,  and  the 
world  a  master  scholar,  an  untiring  leader,  and  a  benefactor 
of  all  mankind. 

Resolved  that  we  extend  to  the  family  of  our  beloved 
President  our  heartfelt  sympathy  in  this  hour  of  their 
bereavement. 

Be  It  Further  Resolved  that  a  copy  of  these  Reso- 
lutions become  a  part  of  the  records  of  our  Alumni,  and 
a  copy  be  sent  to  the  widow  and  family  of  our  deceased 
leader. 

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ARMOUR  MISSION 

MYSTIQUE   PLEASURE    CLUB 

Whereas,  Almighty  God,  in  His  infinite  wisdom,  has 
called  to  his  last  resting  place  Dr.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus, 
founder  of  the  Armour  Mission;  and 

Whereas,  by  his  achievements  as  an  organizer,  orator, 
educator,  and  clergyman,  he  has  been  a  constant  source  of 
inspiration  to  all  who  knew  him;  and 

Whereas,  by  his  virtue  and  good  example  and  the  noble 
qualities  of  his  mind  and  heart,  he  had  so  endeared  himself 
to  all  his  friends  and  associates,  that 

"None  knew  him  but  to  love  him, 
None  named  him  but  to  praise." 

Therefore,  be  it  Resolved,  that  the  death  of  Dr.  Frank 
W.  Gunsaulus  has  caused  a  profound  sensation  of  sadness 
and  emotions  of  deep  and  unaffected  regret  not  limited  to 
his  family,  but  extending  throughout  the  membership  of  this 
organization  and  pervading  and  saddening  the  minds  of  all. 

Resolved,  that  these  resolutions  be  entered  upon  the  min- 
utes of  this  organization,  and  that  a  copy  be  transmitted  to 
the  widow  of  Dr.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  as  an  expression  of 
our  abiding  sympathy  with  her  in  this  hour  of  deep  sorrow. 

THE   ARION  MUSICAL  CLUB 

the  cecilian  choir  of  milavaukee 

Whereas,  The  Reverend  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  departed 
this  life  mourned  by  a  loving  family,  a  host  of  friends,  a 
legion  of  admirers  and  respected  by  civilized  humanity ;  and 

Whereas,  He  was  a  faithful  friend  and  staunch  supporter 
of  the  Arion  Musical  Club  and  of  the  Cecilian  Choir,  not  merely 
by  short  spasmodic  efforts  but  consistently  offering  his  kindly 
assistance  whenever  needed  during  a  long  term  of  years;  and 

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IN   MEMORIAM 


Whereas,  His  helpful  thoughts,  his  kindly  suggestions 
and  his  wonderful  personality  have  deeply  impressed  them- 
selves upon  the  lives  and  memory  of  every  one  of  his  many 
hearers;  now  Therefore 

Be  It  Resolved  :  That  the  Arion  Musical  Club  and  the 
Cecilian  Choir  express  their  deepest  sympathy  to  the 
bereaved  family  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  and  also  express  the  eon- 
soling  thought  that  his  works  can  never  be  erased  but  must 
live  forever  more. 

BROWN  MEMORIAL  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH 

OF  BALTIMORE 

Acknowledging  with  gratitude  the  way  in  which  Al- 
mighty God  has  led  this  church  through  its  ministry,  we 
have  learned  with  sorrow  of  the  death  of  our  former  pastor, 
The  Rev.  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus,  D.D. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  pastor  of  our  church  from  May 
25,  1885,  to  May  10,  1887;  but  although  with  us  for  so 
comparatively  short  a  period,  the  impression  made  by  him 
upon  our  church  and  city  was  deep  and  lasting. 

He  came  to  us  in  the  prime  of  young  manhood,  with  all 
the  fervor  and  enthusiasm  of  youth.  To  his  eye  had  been 
revealed  a  wide  horizon  of  truth,  and  his  lips  had  been 
touched  with  the  prophet's  coal  of  fire. 

An  orator,  a  philosopher,  a  poet  and  a  spiritual  seer,  he 
stood  in  our  pulpit,  and  so  inspired  his  audience  as  to  lift 
them  out  of  themselves  into  an  atmosphere  where  eternal 
verities  stood  clearly  revealed. 

Outside  of  the  pulpit  he  was  a  thoroughly  practical  man, 
interested  in  the  affairs  of  our  city,  state  and  nation;  and 
exerting  at  all  times  an  uplifting  power  for  whatsoever 
things  were  lovely  and  of  good  repute. 

He  was  even  greater  in  his  personality  than  as  a  preacher 
or  a  public-spirited  citizen.    No  one  came  into  contact  with 

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him  without  feehng  a  certain  electric  thrill  stirring  him  out 
of  the  commonplace,  and  making  him  realize  that,  after  all, 
man  does  not  live  by  bread  alone. 

Those  who  were  his  friends,  as  well  as  his  parishioners, 
will  never  lose  a  sense  of  gratitude  that  they  were  allowed 
the  privilege  of  being  quickened  by  the  influence  of  his 
white  aspiring  soul. 

We  recognize  the  large  place  which  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  after 
leaving  us,  came  to  hold  in  the  intellectual,  educational  and 
religious  world ;  the  great  esteem  in  which  the  Protestant  min- 
istry of  this  country  held  him ;  his  fearlessness  in  proclaiming 
the  gospel  of  Christian  righteousness;  his  tireless  effort  in  en- 
deavoring to  establish  the  Kingdom  of  Christ  on  earth,  and 
his  unflinching  courage  in  the  midst  of  life's  vicissitudes. 

We  extend  to  his  family,  and  to  all  those  with  whom  he 
was  associated  in  his  work,  our  deep  sympathy;  and  bow  to 
the  wisdom  of  Him  who  doeth  all  things  well. 

BROWN  UNIVERSITY  CLUB  OF  CHICAGO 

The  Brown  University  Club  of  Chicago,  saddened  by  the 
news  of  the  death  of  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus,  pauses  in  its 
meeting  this  evening  to  place  upon  its  minutes  an  expression 
of  its  sense  of  loss  and  of  appreciation.  A  scholar,  an  educator, 
but  beyond  all,  a  man  he  was,  whose  presence  ennobled  and 
inspired  all  works  with  which  he  was  connected.  An  idealist, 
so  eminently  practical,  that  through  his  efforts  the  ideals  be- 
came realities. 

CENTRAL  CHURCH 

Splendid  eulogies,  spoken  in  many  places  with  tender 
emotion,  have  paid  superlative  tribute  to  the  extraordinary 
man  who,  for  more  than  twenty  years,  with  rare  eloquence, 
with  Christ-like  devotion  and  untiring  zeal,  ministered  to 
Central  Church — our  greatly  beloved  Gunsaulus. 

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IN  MEMORIAL 


We,  whose  inestimable  privilege  it  has  been,  not  only  to 
be  often  thrilled  and  entranced  by  the  great  preacher  and 
orator  and  experience  the  uplifting  power  of  his  public 
utterances,  but  to  know  him  intimately,  feel  that  no  tribute 
can  do  justice  to  his  character,  his  genius,  his  attainments, 
his  achievements,  and  his  superb  and  winsome  personality. 

Notable  as  was  the  extent,  variety  and  definiteness  of 
his  knowledge,  it  was  not  more  so  than  the  facility  with 
which  he  made  it  and  his  manifold  endowments  subservient 
to  and  effective  in  his  supreme  mission  as  a  preacher  and 
exemplifier  of  the  gospel  of  his  Lord  and  Master.  We  have 
been  witnesses  and  beneficiaries  of  his  remarkable  capacity 
for  illuminating  whatever  subject  attracted  his  attention, 
for  discerning  and  interpreting  such  aspects  of  it  as  would 
communicate  to  his  auditors — whether  in  vast  assemblies 
or  in  the  intimacy  of  personal  companionship — a  new  appre- 
ciation of,  and  impulse  toward,  whatever  would  make  life 
better,  happier  and  nobler. 

In  him  were  harmoniously  blended,  each  at  its  best, 
qualities  seldom  associated,  and  often  thought  incompatible. 
An  intuitive  faculty  for  wise  leadership  in  directing,  organ- 
izing and  making  effective  a  great  variety  of  agencies  whose 
objects  were  humanitarian,  educational  or  religious,  supple- 
mented his  power  of  moving  great  audiences  by  speech.  He 
was  at  once  brilliant  and  unaffected,  acutely  sensitive  to  and 
appreciative  of,  the  good  and  beautiful  everywhere — in 
nature,  in  art,  in  music,  and,  above  all,  in  character.  He  was 
generous  of  himself,  and  whatever  he  had  to  those  who,  for 
any  reason,  needed  help,  instruction,  guidance  or  consola- 
tion, or  to  be  aroused  to  a  better  appreciation  of  their  duties, 
privileges  and  responsibilities.  He  was  tender,  kindly,  in- 
spiring and  helpful  alike  to  the  humble  and  the  exalted,  the 
ignorant  and  the  learned,  eager  to  go  wherever  duty  called, 
a  welcome  presence  everywhere,  brightening  the  lives  of  the 
friendless,  quick  to  perceive  the  particular  need  of  each, 

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and  sympathetically  responsive  to  it.  With  endowments 
which  might  have  inclined  others  to  dispense  with  severe 
application,  he  labored  assiduously  from  boyhood  to  the 
day  of  his  death  to  acquire  and  impress  into  service  all  man- 
ner of  useful  knowledge;  never  allowing  himself  an  idle 
moment,  he  always  found  time  to  serve  others,  constantly 
impelled  by  the  passion  to  accomplish  within  his  lifetime  as 
much  as  was  possible  for  the  benefit  of  mankind. 

His  acquaintance  with  literature,  history,  science,  art 
and  music  was  comprehensive  and  accurate,  and,  notwith- 
standing his  many  occupations,  he  was  constantly  extending 
it.  He  carried  with  buoyant  spirit  burdens  so  many  and 
weighty  that  ordinary  men  would  have  had  neither  the 
courage  to  assume  them  nor  the  strength  to  lift  them  The 
extra  services  which  he  crowded  into  the  recesses  between 
his  multiple  professional  duties  were  more  and  finer  than 
would  have  exhausted  the  entire  capacity  of  most  scholars. 

Throughout  his  entire  ministry  in  Central  Church  he 
was,  as  President  of  Armour  Institute,  of  which  he,  in  con- 
junction with  Armour,  was  the  creator,  developing  it  into 
one  of  the  really  great  schools  of  technology  and  engineer- 
ing, and  communicating  to  its  students  the  ideals  of  duty  and 
the  high  conception  of  what  they  should  aim  to  accomplish 
for  the  betterment  of  the  world  which  he  both  preached  and 
illustrated.  So  many  different  problems  confronted  him 
and  were  solved  by  him  there  that  most  men  would  have 
found  neither  time  nor  strength  for  other  tasks.  Mean- 
while he  was,  as  minister  of  Central  Church,  preaching 
every  Sunday  to  great  audiences  sermons  which  went  all 
over  the  country  and  placed  him  in  the  first  rank  of  the 
great  preachers  of  the  world.  He  was  constantly  giving 
more,  and  more  effective,  personal  attention  to  the  affairs 
of  the  Church  and  the  community  than  is  usual  for  a  pastor 
engaged  in  no  extraneous  service.  He  was  practically  the 
creator  and  inspiration  of  the  wonderful  musical  organiza- 

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IN   MEMORIAM 


tion  of  the  Church,  setting  apart  one  evening  in  the  week  for 
attendance  on  its  rehearsals,  meeting  witli  it  before  the 
service,  inducting  it  into  the  choicest  classical  music,  often 
writing  hymns  to  fit  special  occasions,  and  so  co-ordinating 
the  music  with  the  theme  of  the  sermon  that  each  pervaded 
the  other  and  their  mutual  effect  was  an  insj)iring  and 
exalting  sympliony. 

He  was,  here  and  elsewhere,  a  constant  force  in  mission- 
ary, educational  and  charitable  work,  and  in  many  agencies 
seeking  the  relief  of  the  unfortunate,  redemption  of  the 
vicious,  and  the  physical,  educational,  mental  and  spiritual 
advancement  of  the  community. 

The  Chicago  Art  Institute,  of  which  he  was  a  Trustee, 
received  from  him  almost  daily  service  of  a  very  high  order, 
such  as  only  he  could  give,  and  is  enriched  by  his  rare  and 
valuable  collections  bearing  his  name.  He  was  also  a  Trustee 
of  The  Field  Museum  of  Natural  Historv.  On  Ohio  Weslevan 
University,  his  Alma  Mater,  he  conferred  valuable  collec- 
tions gathered  by  him,  one  in  memory  of  his  father,  and 
another  in  honor  of  his  wife.  He  did  much  for  it  in  other 
ways,  and  served  on  its  lecturing  faculty.  He  was,  also, 
lecturer  for  Yale  Theological  Seminary,  McCormick  Theo- 
logical Seminary,  and  the  University  of  Chicago,  a  frequent 
lecturer  before  other  universities  and  theological  semin- 
aries, and  in  great  demand  in  all  parts  of  this  country  and 
beyond  the  seas  for  addresses  before  educational,  religious 
and  other  assemblies,  and  for  sermons  on  special  occasions. 
Though  constantly  responding  to  such  demands  when  not 
in  direct  conflict  with  his  primary  engagements,  he  never 
allowed  them  to  divert  him  from  the  pulpit  of  Central 
Church  on  Sunday  or  from  his  duties  at  Armour  Institute. 
The  expenses  of  his  many  benefactions  were  earned  by  extra 
services,  mainly  in  what  was  counted  as  vacation,  and  on  the 
lecture  platform.  During  his  vacation  the  last  summer  of 
his  life,  he  preached  Sundays  in  New  York  pulpits  and  deliv- 

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ered  many  addresses  between  Sundays  in  remoter  parts  of 
the  country.  About  sixty  sermons,  lectures  and  addresses 
are  recorded  in  his  engagement  docket  between  May  2 
and  September  5,  1920. 

Many  who  knew  him  wanted  him  with  them  when  in 
affliction,  and  he  was  there.  He  was  in  constant  demand  to 
minister  at  funerals,  which  he  did,  not  perfunctorily  but 
most  tenderly,  and  with  a  genius  for  saying  and  doing  pre- 
cisely what  was  appropriate  for  each  occasion. 

Hardly  a  Sabbath  passed  in  which  he  did  not,  in  addi- 
tion to  preaching  at  Central  Church,  deliver  at  least  one 
address  elsewhere;  hardly  a  week  during  which  he  did  not 
deliver  one  or  more  special  addresses  such  as  would  only 
have  been  possible  from  an  accomplished  orator  of  varied 
culture  having  a  message  worthy  of  the  occasion.  Often 
they  were  delivered  in  remote  parts  of  the  country  and 
required  much  night  travel. 

He  wrote  and  published  many  books,  including  both 
prose  and  poetry,  all  having  noble  themes,  all  exhibiting 
such  a  range  of  scholarship,  such  interest,  such  beauty  of 
conception,  vividness  of  description  and  elevation  of 
thought  that  they  have  a  high  rank  in  literature,  with  the 
greater  merit  of  serving  a  high  moral  and  religious  purpose. 

The  time  that  to  others  would  have  been  vacation  was 
crowded  with  engagements,  hardly  an  hour  reserved  for 
rest,  and  such  hours  as  he  managed  to  spend  with  friends 
between  engagements  did  not  interrupt  his  service,  since 
every  moment  his  pervasive  personality,  imbued  with  the 
good  and  the  beautiful,  was  shedding  its  radiance,  communi- 
cating knowledge,  and  passing  on  its  influence. 

Those  who  knew  him  in  the  intimacy  of  congenial  com- 
panionship have  seen  him  at  his  best,  and  will  never  cease 
to  cherish  in  grateful  recollection  the  moments  thus  passed. 

Sensitive  lest  his  constantly  growing  duties  as  Presi- 
dent of  Armour  Institute  might  not  be  as  faithfully  dis- 

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IN   AIEMORTAM 


charged  as  they  should  be  if  he  continued  to  do  for  Central 
Church  all  that  its  pastorate  seemed  to  him  to  require,  he 
had,  prior  to  the  entrance  of  his  country  into  the  World 
War,  insisted  that  it  was  time  for  the  Trustees  to  select  his 
successor.  The  suggestion  of  his  withdrawal  was  startling, 
and  seemed  impossible  to  entertain.  He  was  at  the  height  of 
his  power.  There  was  a  universal  demand  that  he  stay. 
The  Church  had  greatly  expanded  its  work  and  its  influence 
under  his  ministry,  and  was  so  attached  to  and  inspired  by 
him  that  we  felt  we  could  not  spare  him,  and  all  the  Trustees 
urged  him  to  recall  his  resignation.  He  insisted,  and  then 
the  War  came.  To  his  ardent  patriotism,  self-sacrifice 
seemed  the  special  duty  of  the  crisis,  and  he  promised  to 
stay  until  the  War  ended,  at  the  same  time  taking  on  the 
additional  duty  of  making,  from  many  platforms  throughout 
the  country,  impassioned  and  exalted  appeals  for  the  sup- 
port of  the  government,  for  soldiers  and  money,  never  allow- 
ing this  to  divert  him  from  his  pulpit  or  diminish  his  labors  in 
behalf  of  Central  Church  or  Armour  Institute.  When  the 
W^ar  seemed  to  have  ended  and  his  promise  had  been  ful- 
filled, his  resignation  was  received  in  terms  so  insistent  and 
yet  so  tender  that  we  were  compelled  to  regard  it  as  express- 
ing his  conviction  of  duty.  The  unanimous  resolution  of 
the  Board  of  Trustees,  urging  him  to  reconsider,  w^as  unavail- 
ing. He  gently  but  firmly  reminded  us  that  it  was  better 
another  should  be  chosen  and  installed  while  the  Church 
was  united  and  growing  in  power  and  influence,  when  he 
could  help  to  deliver  it  to  his  successor  without  interruption 
or  disturbance,  and  that  we  must  not  incur  the  danger  of 
disorganization  after  his  death,  if  that  should  come  before 
preparation  had  been  made  for  carrying  on  its  work. 

This  he  urged  so  impressively,  and  his  great  desire  to  be 
assured  that  the  Church  had  passed  into  safe  keeping  and 
was  living  on  with  increased  power  was  so  evident,  that  we 
could  only  acquiesce  in  an  argument,  the  full  force  of  which 

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we  felt,  as  well  as  its  significance.  In  the  months  that  fol- 
lowed and  until  the  end  of  1919  he  carried  the  burden  and 
discharged  the  duties  of  the  pastorate  as  before,  assisting 
as  onlj'  he  could  do  in  the  difficult  task  of  replacing  him, 
gathering  information  concerning  many  eminent  preachers 
in  this  and  other  countries,  and  supplying  us  with  the  ser- 
mons and  books  of  those  thought  most  worthy  of  considera- 
tion, or  suggesting  where  we  could  hear  them,  in  some  in- 
stances arranging  special  opportunities  for  our  doing  so. 
Throughout  he  acted  with  rare  delicacy  and  modesty,  avoid- 
ing any  appearance  of  a  desire  to  dictate  our  selection.  He 
insisted  that  his  resignation  take  effect  in  June,  1919.  and 
refused  peremptorily  to  receive  salary  or  compensation  of 
any  kind  for  his  services  during  the  last  half  of  that  year, 
thus  securing  the  Trustees  and  any  they  might  wish  to 
invite  to  the  pulpit  against  embarrassment,  while  impressing 
upon  us  the  obligation  to  act  without  unnecessary  delay. 
Yet  those  with  whom  he  was  most  intimate  knew  that  his 
love  for  and  devotion  to  Central  Church  was  a  passion,  and 
that  the  thought  of  separation  from  its  ministry  was  grievous 
to  bear.  We  felt  the  pathos  of  that  struggle  between  yearn- 
ing and  duty,  and  understood  how  much  it  meant  that 
duty  conquered. 

When,  about  the  end  of  1919,  the  selection  was  made 
and  our  invitation  accepted,  he  manifested  absolute  satis- 
faction, welcomed  his  successor  with  a  genuine  and  bound- 
less cordiality,  and  rejoiced  exceedingly  in  the  apprecia- 
tion with  which  he  was  received,  and  especially  that  his 
own  longing  to  see  the  ministry  of  Central  Church  com- 
mitted to  one  qualified  by  spirit  and  purpose  and  power  to 
take  up  and  carry  on  its  work  had  been  realized.  That  his 
prime  motive  in  all  this  was  not  relief  from  labor  is  indicated 
by  the  fact  that  for  the  little  more  than  a  year  of  life  which 
remained  he  toiled  incessantly  as  if  he  felt  the  time  was  short 
and  must  be  improved  to  the  utmost.    Continuing  to  dis- 

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rV   MEMORIAM 


charge  without  stint  all  his  other  duties,  he  seldom,  down  to 
the  day  of  his  death,  failed  to  preach  twice  each  Sunday, 
either  in  some  Chicago  pulpit  or  elsewhere,  and  made  many 
notable  addresses  on  week  days.  Still  performing  through- 
out the  week  the  onerous  duties  of  President  of  Armour 
Institute,  and  busy  with  other  services,  though  in  a  state  of 
health  which  admonished  him  that  he  needed  rest,  he 
preached  on  each  of  the  last  Sundays  of  his  life  in  a  church 
which  had  lost  its  pastor.  During  the  week  of  his  death  he 
delivered  on  Monday  a  great  address  before  the  Congrega- 
tional Club,  on  Wednesday  a  lecture  to  Armour  students, 
and  on  Wednesday  night  was  engaged  until  midnight  or 
later  in  preparing  a  series  of  lectures  to  be  delivered  else- 
where. Two  hours  after  midnight,  when  he  had  retired,  a 
recurrence  of  heart  trouble,  from  which  he  had  recently  suf- 
fered, caused  his  doctor  to  be  summoned,  and  in  two  hours 
more  "angina  pectoris"  had  ended  his  life,  and  one  of  the  most 
accomplished,  brilliant,  lovable  ministers  of  Jesus  Christ 
that  ever  lived  had  finished  his  course,  having  served  faith- 
fully, unremittingly,  wisely  and  gloriously,  from  infancy  to 
the  hour  when  his  summons  came. 


THE  CHICAGO  ASSOCIATION  OF  COMMERCE 

INTO    THE    PRESENCE   OF   THE   INFINITE 
PASSED   THE    LOVABLE    SOUL   OF 

FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 
March  17,  1921 

For  more  than  a  third  of  a  century,  dating  from  1887, 
when  he  became  minister  of  the  Plvmouth  Church  of  Chi- 
cago,  and  through  his  long  pastorate  in  the  Central  Church, 
1899  to  19'20,  his  service  was  marked  by  a  distinction 
attained  bv  few  in  the  historv  of  our  nation. 

As  a  WTiter  on  historical,  scientific,  philosophical  and 
ethical  subjects,  he  deservedly  gained  an  international  posi- 

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tion.  Cromwell,  Washington,  Gladstone  were  among  the 
mighty  dead  whom  he  caused  to  live  again. 

His  "Man  of  Galilee,"  "Paths  to  Power,"  "The  Minister 
and  the  Spiritual  Life,"  and  other  well-known  treatises,  lent 
inspiration  to  men  and  women  everywhere. 

The  lectures  of  this  myriad-minded  man  in  Yale,  Chi- 
cago, and  other  universities,  but  more  particularly  his 
labors  as  President  of  Armour  Institute  of  Technology, 
from  1893  to  the  day  of  his  death,  perhaps  had  a  wider  influ- 
ence in  building  into  this  nation  practical  and  patriotic  pur- 
poses than  all  his  other  manifold  activities  combined.  The 
service  that  he  rendered  to  Youth  endeared  him  to  them. 
They  and  their  children  will  bless  the  memory  of  a  great 
mind  and  a  great  heart. 

As  a  nobleman  of  God,  his  life  found  daily  expression  in 
love  for  his  fellows.  He  unsparingly  gave  of  his  best  in  re- 
sponding to  the  challenge  of  the  city.  A  man  of  heroic  mold, 
mentally  and  physically,  he  won  and  influenced  for  good  a 
multitude  in  the  state  and  nation.  In  disposition  he  was 
ever  genial,  true  souled  and  optimistic.  He  radiated  the 
sunshine  of  good  fellowship.  Selfishness  found  no  lodgment 
in  his  warm  heart.  He  lived  to  serve.  "As  one  lamp  lights 
another,  nor  grows  less,  so  nobleness  enkindleth  nobleness. " 

In  loving  remembrance  and  with  deep  appreciation  of 
the  beneficient  influence  of  his  kindly  and  helpful  life,  the 
Executive  Committee  of  The  Chicago  Association  of  Com- 
merce gives  this  expression  of  personal  and  corporate 
bereavement. 


CHICAGO  CHURCH  FEDERATION 

Rev.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus,  D.D.,  who  died  of  heart  fail- 
ure on  March  17,  1921,  personified  the  spirit  of  sincere  inter- 
denominationalism.  He  led  in  all  movements  that  involved 
Christian    co-operation.    His    contact    with    Christians    of 

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IN  IMEMORIA^r 


every  name  was  wide,  familiar  and  most  synipatlietic.  To 
his  preaching  and  ])lanning  on  behalf  of  religion  he  brought 
a  broad  catholic  spirit,  a  kindling  spiritual  fervor  and  an 
indomitable  optimism.  It  was  before  the  ministers  of  the 
united  church  of  Chicago  that,  again  and  again,  Dr.  Gun- 
saulus  released  utterances  as  prophetic  as  they  were  frater- 
nal and  through  which  always  ran  the  note  of  fellowship 
interpreted  in  terms  of  his  own  great,  affectionate  heart. 
He  particularly  fraternized  with  the  younger  ministers  of 
the  city,  whose  difficult  parish  and  personal  problems  he 
seemed  to  understand  intuitively  and  to  the  solution  of 
which  generously  he  gave  of  his  wisdom,  his  time  and 
strength.  To  this  precious  personal  contact,  widened 
through  long  years  of  public  ministry,  extended  by  an  inter- 
national acquaintance,  perhaps  unmatched  in  the  experience 
of  any  preacher  of  his  day,  thousands  of  the  younger  genera- 
tion owe  a  quickened  sense  of  privilege  in  the  great  work  of 
the  gospel  ministry.  To  them  his  fellowship  bequeathed 
ideals  that  are  ever  to  call  them  to  their  best  endeavor. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus'  pulpit  message  not  only  gathered 
strength  for  its  impact  from  a  great  personality  that  glowed 
behind  it,  but  from  an  enriched  style,  a  form  that  consulted 
beauty  and  a  rare  sense  of  discrimination  as  to  materials 
to  be  wTought  into  its  fabric.  His  voice,  that  at  times  was 
like  music,  that  he  loved  and  always  magnified  as  an  essen- 
tial part  of  every  service,  is  stilled,  yet  in  the  hearts  of  thou- 
sands his  words  abide.  His  influence  in  the  public  forums, 
the  churches  and  theological  halls  of  our  city  and  land,  ever 
will  remain.  No  minister  of  this  generation  touched  more 
profoundly  that  wider  circle  of  life  lying  contiguous  to  the 
church  than  did  Dr.  Gunsaulus.  His  scholarly  instincts  and 
rare  intellect  made  him  an  educator  and  in  this  realm  he 
was  a  dominant  figure.  In  the  varied  art  life  of  Chicago 
he  was  a  recognized  authority  as  well  as  a  generous  almoner 
whose  memorial  is  already  erected  in  Gunsaulus  Hall  of  the 

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Art  Institute.  His  place  in  the  literary  life  of  the  day  was 
that  of  a  contributor  who  gave  much  from  a  well  endowed 
mind  and  heart,  as  his  biographies,  historical  novels,  essays 
and  poems  would  indicate. 

In  the  passing  from  our  midst  of  this  outstanding  apostle 
of  Christian  fellowship  the  Church  Federation  of  Chicago 
expresses  its  deep  sense  of  loss  coupled  with  profound  grati- 
tude to  God  that  He  gave  to  Chicago  in  the  formative  years 
of  her  religious  character,  so  ardent,  able  and  self  surrendered 
a  Christian  man  and  minister  as  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus. 

THE   CHICAGO  CONGREGATIONAL  CLUB 

The  Chicago  Congregational  Club  meets  under  the 
shadow  of  deep  sorrow.  The  last  meeting  of  this  Club  had 
as  its  speaker  our  honored  and  beloved  fellow  member, 
Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus.  Had  he  selected  for  himself 
the  platform  from  which  to  deliver  his  valedictory,  he  might 
well  have  been  at  a  loss  to  choose  whether  his  final  word 
should  be  spoken  from  his  pulpit  in  Central  Church,  or 
from  his  Presidential  chair  in  Armour  Institute,  or  from  the 
platform  where  he  so  often  stood  in  Fullerton  Hall  of  the 
Art  Institute,  or  in  some  one  of  the  many  other  places  of 
convocation  where  he  was  wont  to  speak.  But  nowhere 
could  he  have  felt  more  completely  at  home  than  he  felt 
here  on  that  night.  He  was  in  his  own  household  of  faith 
and  among  friends  whom  he  had  known  and  loved  for  many 
years.  Accompanied  by  his  wife  and  daughter  he  broke  bread 
with  us  in  this  room,  and  then  spoke  for  an  hour  and  twenty 
minutes  out  of  the  fullness  of  his  heart,  the  richness  of  his 
experience  and  the  depth  of  his  convictions.  He  spoke  on 
"The  Education  of  an  American."  He  uttered  his  convic- 
tion concerning  the  elements  which  must  enter  into  that 
education.  The  President  of  an  institution  for  technical 
training,  he  laid  his  emphasis  upon  the  spiritual  qualities 

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IN   MEMORr.VM 


whic'li   iniist   make  America   truly   Aiiierican   and   prepare 
American  boys  and  girls  for  the  high  responsibilities  of  citi- 
zenship and  for  a  share  in  the  work  of  the  Kingdom  of  God. 
Three  davs  later  Dr.  Gunsaulus  died.     The  news  of  his 

« 

passing  brought  to  scores  of  thousands  of  people  in  this 
city  a  sense  of  personal  loss.  Nowhere  was  that  loss  more 
keenly  felt  than  by  his  friends  who  are  members  of  the 
communion  in  which  for  so  many  years  he  was  a  deyoted 
and  faithful  minister.  The  social  fellowship  of  this  Club, 
in  which  for  more  than  a  quarter  of  a  century  he  has  been  a 
participant,  was  enjoyed  by  him  while  he  lived,  and  is 
shrouded  with  sorrow  in  his  death. 

Great  as  is  Chicago's  appreciation  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus' 
service  to  this  city,  that  appreciation  is  likely  to  increase 
rather  than  diminish  as  the  years  go  by.  His  character  will 
loom  larger  and  his  moral  greatness  will  be  seen  to  attain  a 
higher  altitude  as  we  view  it  in  perspective.  What  he  did 
for  Chicago  can  be  told  in  part  by  enumerating  the  institu- 
tions which  he  served  and  the  causes  which  he  advanced  by 
his  eloquence  and  his  great-hearted  devotion,  but  this  is 
only  a  partial  measure  of  what  we  shall  discover  ourselves 
to  have  gained  in  his  contribution  to  the  life  of  this  cit3\ 
It  is  not  in  the  province  of  this  simple  tribute  to  enumerate 
his  contributions  to  our  city's  higher  life.  All  that  we 
undertake  is  to  remind  ourselves  in  this  hour,  and  to  record 
permanently  in  our  minutes,  a  recognition  of  his  nobility 
of  soul  and  of  our  love  for  him. 

Not  even  after  they  are  dead  do  we  adequately  appreci- 
ate such  men  as  Dr.  Gunsaulus,  and  we  never  estimate  them 
at  their  full  value  while  they  are  yet  living.  Too  much  we 
take  as  a  matter  of  course  the  generosity,  the  kindness,  the 
free-hearted  service  of  men  such  as  he.  We  do  not  consider 
that  what  they  give  so  freely  is  their  very  life.  We  accept 
them  as  we  accept  the  sunshine,  as  something  that  comes  to 
us  without  trouble  upon  our  own  part;  not  until  it  passes 

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FRANK  WAKELY  GUNSAULUS 


under  a  cloud  do  we  realize  the  measure  of  its  genial  warmth 
or  the  joy  and  power  that  it  brings  to  life.  We  seldom  thank 
the  sun  for  shining;  we  never  adequately  appreciate  the  gen- 
erosity of  men  who,  like  our  great-hearted  brother,  give 
themselves,  body  and  soul,  for  the  welfare  of  their  city  and 
the  life  of  their  generation. 

And  yet  if  anywhere  Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  appreciated,  it 
was  here.  We  knew  him  too  well  and  loved  him  too  dearly 
to  be  wholly  unappreciative  of  his  greatness  and  his  goodness. 
In  this  Club  his  memory  is  enshrined  imperishably,  and 
shall  be  held  to  lasting  honor. 

No  tribute  that  we  can  pay  is  adequate,  but  we  place 
upon  our  records  this  expression  of  our  love  for  him,  and  our 
gratitude  for  what  he  did  for  us  and  for  mankind. 

CHICAGO  CONGREGATIONAL  MINISTERIAL 

UNION 

In  the  death  of  Reverend  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus, 
D.D.,  the  American  pulpit  lost  a  commanding  voice,  the 
City  of  Chicago  one  of  its  most  distinguished  citizens,  and 
hundreds  of  ministers  of  all  denominational  aflSliations  a 
warm,  personal  friend. 

For  thirty-four  years  Dr.  Gunsaulus  poured  himself 
forth  in  tireless  service  to  his  city  and  country,  and  here 
and  elsewhere  are  his  memorials  bespeaking  his  genius  as  a 
lover  of  art,  as  an  educational  leader  and  as  a  wise  adminis- 
trator. 

But  it  is  the  sense  of  debt  to  him  as  a  friend  and  minister 
that  is  upon  us  today,  and  as  members  of  the  Chicago  Con- 
gregational Ministerial  Union  we  record  with  profound  sor- 
row our  feeling  of  loss  in  his  going,  and  pay  heartfelt  tribute 
to  his  memory. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  sought  the  closest  fellowship  with  his 
brethren  in  the  ministry.     He  followed  their  work  with 

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Tx  ArE^^ORIA^^ 


watchful  interest,  he  counseled  them  in  their  difficulties, 
he  heartened  them  in  their  discouragements,  he  lent  him- 
self unsparingly  to  the  work  of  all  the  churches  large  and 
small. 

His  long  period  of  service  was  through  years  of  rapid 
change  and  marvelous  growth  for  the  city,  Chicago  was 
drawing  unto  itself  the  brain  and  brawn,  the  mighty  ener- 
gies and  the  vast  wealth  of  empire.  He  gave  it  ideals  and 
spiritual  vision,  he  breathed  into  it  the  breath  of  life  that  it 
might  become  a  living  soul — strong,  rich  and  beautiful  in  the 
grace  and  strength  of  a  genuine  culture  and  a  truly  Chris- 
tian faith. 

To  richness  and  vividness  of  imaginative  power,  aesthetic 
appreciation,  deptli  and  intensity  of  feeling,  comprehen- 
siveness of  grasp,  were  added  the  gift  of  humor,  mastery  of 
irony,  a  seer-like  intuition  of  the  moral  significance  of  any 
fact  or  situation,  rare  administrative  capacity,  seemingly 
inexhaustible  physical  energies,  and  all  these  gifts  and  en- 
dow^nents  were  made  to  serve  a  single  end:  to  carry  for- 
ward the  building  of  the  City  of  God,  to  serve  the  cause  of 
his  Lord  and  Christ. 

In  him  the  Greek  love  of  beauty  and  the  Hebrew  pas- 
sion for  righteousness  were  fused  in  a  Christlike  purpose  to 
serve  the  needs  of  men.  For  thirty-four  years  he  walked 
among  us, — a  priest  of  beauty,  a  preacher  of  righteousness, 
a  shepherd  of  all  souls,  a  faithful  servant  of  his  Lord.  He 
held  the  vision  before  our  eyes,  he  kept  the  fires  lighted 
upon  our  altars,  he  taught  us  "to  worship  the  Lord  in  the 
beauty  of  holiness. " 

He  deepened  the  springs  of  life  within  us,  he  filled  us 
with  high  hope  and  strong  resolve,  he  made  smooth  our 
path  and  straight  our  way  and  walked  with  us  as  a  comrade 
and  a  friend. 

His  tireless  industry  rebukes  us,  his  courage  and  optim- 
ism cheer  us,  his  ideals  for  city  and  for  country,  its  homes 

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and  its  people,  inspire  us,  his  devotion  to  Christ  summons 
us  to  pledge  ourselves  this  day  to  deeper  fidelity  as  minis- 
ters of  Christ. 

Thus  has  he  exalted  in  our  eyes  the  greatness  and 
power  and  beauty  of  the  Christian  ministry.  Though  gone 
from  us,  he  is  still  with  us.  His  commanding  presence 
is  before  us, — the  swift  glance  of  searching  eyes,  the  up- 
lifted arm,  the  pointing  finger, — and  we  hear  again  the 
persuasive  challenge  of  the  far-carrying  voice.  Only 
the  words  of  Israel's  poet -prophet  can  express  our  feel- 
ings : — 

"How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet  of  him  that 
bringeth  good  tidings,  that  publisheth  peace;  that  bringeth  good 
tidings  of  good,  that  publisheth  salvation;  that  sayeth  unto  Zion, 

thy  God  reigneth. " 

Rich  ourselves  in  the  memory  of  this  fellowship,  we  offer 
to  those  who  were  dear  to  him  our  sympathy  in  the  great 
loss  that  is  both  theirs  and  ours.  In  grateful  remembrance 
of  his  loyal  friendship  and  his  inspiring  leadership,  we  pledge 
ourselves  anew  to  the  service  of  Him  whom  he  followed  so 
faithfully  and  served  so  well. 

Resolved,  That  this  memorial  be  entered  upon  our 
records  and  a  copy  be  forwarded  to  Mrs.  Gunsaulus. 

DELTA  TAU  DELTA 

ARMOUR    CHAPTER 

Whereas  the  Omnipotent  Hand  has  brought  sorrow  to 
our  Institute  with  the  death  of  our  President  and  Friend, 
Dr.  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus;  and 

Whereas  we  realize  that  in  him  the  Institute  loses  a 
zealous  worker  and  faithful  servant; 

Therefore  Be  It  Resolved  that  we,  the  members  of  the 
Armour  Chapter  of  Delta  Tau  Delta  Fraternity,  do  hereby 
express  the  highest  esteem  and  reverence  we  ever  enter- 

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IN  MEMORIA:\r 


tained  towards  the  deceased  and  point  with  pride  to  his 
pure  and  Christian  Hfe. 

Resolved  that  we  extend  liis  sorrowing  family  our  sin- 
cere sympathy  in  their  irreparable  loss. 

FIELD  MUSEUM  OF  NATURAL  HISTORY 

BOARD    OF   TRUSTEES 

We,  Fellow  ^lembers  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  of  Field 
Museum  of  Natural  History,  and  associates  and  friends  of 
the  late  Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  desire  to  express  our  appre- 
ciation of  his  life  and  service. 

We  recognize  that  in  his  death  the  world  has  lost  a 
man  of  high  moral  worth,  unusual  breadth  of  intellect,  pro- 
found human  sympathy,  unswerving  loyalty  to  duty  and 
unfailing  devotion  to  his  family  and  friends. 

That  the  nation  has  been  bereft  of  a  patriotic,  public- 
spirited  and  loyal  citizen,  and  American  Science  and  Art  of 
a  distinguished  investigator  and  adviser,  and  an  earnest 
and  efficient  administrator. 

That  Field  Museum  of  Natural  History  and  all  Insti- 
tutions organized  for  the  promotion  of  knowledge  have  lost 
a  faithful  and  willing  co-worker. 

We  mourn  his  loss  not  only  on  account  of  his  high  intel- 
lectual attainments  and  qualities,  but  also  because  he  was 
a  man  of  broad  sjTnpathy  and  tender  heart,  of  upright 
character  and  deep  spiritual  discernment. 

We  extend  to  his  bereaved  family  in  this  hour  of  their 
affliction  our  sincere  sjTnpathies,  and  in  token  thereof 
have  ordered  a  copy  of  this  expression  of  our  apprecia- 
tion transmitted  to  them,  and  have  likewise  ordered  it 
spread  upon  the  records  of  Field  Museum  of  Natural 
History,  of  which  Institution  our  late  associate  was  not 
only  a  devoted  Trustee  but  also  one  of  the  original  incor- 
porators. 

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THE   FIELD   MUSEUM  OF  NATURAL  HISTORY 

DEPARTMENT    OF   ANTHROPOLOGY 

In  the  passing  away  of  Dr.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus  the 
members  of  the  Department  of  Anthropology  of  Field 
Museum  of  Natural  History  feel  a  keen  sense  of  a  great  and 
irreparable  personal  loss.  Not  alone  do  we  mourn  him  in 
common  grief  with  the  entire  city  as  an  intellectual  and 
spiritual  power  which  has  made  Chicago  great,  nor  yet 
only  as  a  respected  trustee  of  this  Institution;  rather 
do  we  miss  him  as  a  beloved  personal  friend  and  coun- 
sellor, whose  wisdom,  kindness,  and  sympathy  has  always 
been  a  source  of  inspiration.  The  memory  of  his  friend- 
ship will  ever  remain  one  of  our  most  treasured  posses- 
sions. 

As  his  friends  we  wish  to  extend  to  Mrs.  Frank  W.  Gun- 
saulus and  to  Miss  Helen  C.  Gunsaulus,  our  faithful  fellow- 
worker,  as  well  as  to  the  other  members  of  the  family,  our 
heartfelt  sympathy. 

THE  FIRST  CONGREGATIONAL  CHURCH  OF 
AUSTIN,   ILLINOIS 

We,  the  members  and  friends  of  the  First  Congrega- 
tional Church  of  Austin,  assembled  for  Divine  Worship  on 
Palm  Sunday  morning,  hereby  record  our  sense  of  deep  per- 
sonal loss  in  the  death  of  the  Reverend  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus, 
D.D.,  a  son  of  God,  a  follower  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and 
a  servant  of  his  brethren,  who  entered  into  his  reward  on  the 
morning  of  Thursday,  March  seventeenth,  Nineteen  hun- 
dred and  twenty-one. 

We  bear  testimony  to  his  career  as  a  distinguished 
scholar,  educator  and  citizen  and  affectionately  remember 
him  as  a  minister  of  the  Gospel  and  a  kind  and  valued 
friend  of  this  church. 

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IN   ISIEMORIAM 


Although  he  commanded  universal  respect  and  admira- 
tion by  reason  of  his  attainments  as  a  scholar,  his  genius 
as  an  administrator,  his  skill  as  an  orator  and  his  fervor  as  a 
preacher,  and,  although  his  services  were  sought  alike  by 
captains  of  industry,  leaders  of  religious,  educational  and 
civic  life,  nevertheless  his  time  and  talents  were  often  given 
to  obscure  and  humble  causes. 

We  recall,  with  gratitude,  his  many  priceless  services  to 
this  church.  To  us  his  kindness  was  without  condescension 
and  his  services  without  reward.  Out  of  a  profound  intellect 
and  a  breadth  of  knowledge,  beyond  our  span,  for  us,  he 
often  sought  to  restore  the  past  and  portray  the  future 
vividly  and  simply  that  we  might  not  fail  to  glimpse  the 
visions  he  saw  himself. 

We  regard  it  as  a  privilege  on  this  day  to  record  his 
triumphant  entry  into  the  Kingdom. 

"Lift  up  your  heads,  oh  ye  gates,  and  be  ye  lifted  up,  ye  everlast- 
ing doors,  that  a  son  of  glory  may  pass  in." 

We  desire  to  express  our  deep  sympathy  with  Mrs.  Gun- 
saulus  and  family  in  their  bereavement;  and  to  our  minis- 
ter, Clarence  T.  Brown,  to  whom  Doctor  Gunsaulus  was  so 
closely  bound  by  ties  of  association  and  kinship,  we  extend 
our  affectionate  s;^Tiipathy  and  continued  regard;  and. 

By  a  Rising  Vote,  order  this  memorandum  placed  on  the 
records  of  this  church  and  a  copy  hereof  sent  to  the  family 
of  our  deceased  friend. 

FIRST  PRESBYTERIAN   CHURCH 

The  officers  and  members  of  the  First  Presbyterian 
Church  of  Chicago  feel  that  they  have  lost  a  great  friend 
and  counsellor  in  the  passing  of  Dr.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus. 
His  personal  interest  in  the  work  of  the  church,  his  tender 
solicitude  for  her  pastors,  his  earnest  co-operation  and  willing 
assistance  in  all  parish  emergencies  during  the  long  years  of 

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his  residence  among  us  have  given  him  an  affectionate  and 
abiding  place  in  our  life  as  a  church.  His  generous  pulpit 
ministrj',  especially  during  the  ^Ya^;  his  oft -repeated  appear- 
ance with  lectures  and  addresses  before  groups  and  clubs, 
filled  the  hearts,  shaped  the  ideals  and  affected  the  destiny 
of  great  numbers. 

We  sorrow  at  his  departure,  but  glory  in  the  triumphs 
of  his  faith  and  in  the  reward  of  his  unselfish  services  on 
behalf  of  his  fellow  men. 

To  Mrs.  Gunsaulus  and  her  children  we  send  the  assur- 
ances of  our  loving  sympathy  and  earnest  prayers  for  their 
daily  strengthening  by  the  grace  of  Him  whom  Dr.  Gun- 
saulus lived  to  serve  and  in  whose  presence  his  highest  joy 

is  now  fulfilled. 

"Mourn  him  not! 
He  needs  no  tears  who  hath  withstood 
His  human  years  with  brotherhood; 
"Who  sought  the  lost  that  he  might  gain, 
Whate'er  the  cost,  the  Master's  reign 
^Yithin  their  hearts.   His  was  a  life 
That  faith  imparts.   In  every  strife 
A  conqueror.   He's  gone  before," 
So  mourn  him  not." 

JOHNS  HOPKINS  UNIVERSITY 

NORTHWESTERN   ALUIMNI    ASSOCIATION 

In  the  death  of  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus,  Johns  Hopkins 
University  lost  a  great  friend.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  lived  in  Balti- 
more during  the  early  days  of  Johns  Hopkins.  He  was  con- 
stantly at  the  rooms  of  the  University  and  spent  much  of 
his  time  in  its  general  and  also  its  historical  library.  He  came 
in  frequent  contact  with  members  of  the  Faculty  and  stu- 
dents and  breathed  the  atmosphere  of  our  Alma  Mater. 

Throughout  his  life.  Dr.  Gunsaulus  frequently  took  occa- 
sion to  refer  to  the  great  work  done  by  Johns  Hopkins  in  the 
field  of  American  education. 

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IN  MEMORTAM 


The  Northwestern  Association  of  Johns  Hopkins  Ahunni, 
recognizing  the  conspicuous  abihty  of  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus, 
his  deep  interest  in  the  cause  of  higher  education,  his  con- 
spicuous abihty  in  the  service  of  Armour  Institute,  his 
breadth  and  vision,  his  gifted  power  of  expression,  his  devo- 
tion to  the  higher  and  strictly  cultural  phases  of  life,  deplores 
Dr.  Gunsaulus'  death — a  death  that  has  come  all  too  early. 

Resolved:  That  this  expression  of  our  sympathy  be 
recorded  and  that  a  copy  of  this  memorial  be  sent  to  the 
family  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus. 

KEHILATH  ANSHE  IVIAYRIV 

On  this  very  day  of  the  special  meeting  of  members  of 
K.  A.  M.  Congregation,  the  Great  Power  that  gives  life 
and  taketh  it  away  has  summoned  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus, 
idealist  and  orator,  inspiring  preacher,  lover  of  the  arts  and 
men,  illustrious  exemplar  of  culture,  an  uplifting  influence 
in  the  civic  and  ethical  life  of  this  city.  His  faith  was  so 
broad,  it  knew  no  creed;  his  sjTnpathy  so  all-embracing,  it 
transcended  dogma  and  sect.  By  his  belief  in  the  brother- 
hood of  man  he  ennobled,  and  by  his  contributions  to  the 
commonweal  elevated  mankind.  To  his  memory  and  his 
work  we  paj'  homage  and  to  his  example  our  reverent 
tribute. 

THE   McCORlVnCK  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 

In  view  of  the  close  and  sympathetic  relation  between 
the  Seminary  and  our  late  beloved  friend.  Doctor  Frank 
Wakely  Gunsaulus,  we,  as  a  Board  of  Directors,  desire  to 
express  our  appreciation  of  his  loyal  and  generous  assistance 
extended  the  past  year  in  the  conduct  of  certain  classes 
during  the  illness  of  Professor  Boyd,  and  his  constant, 
ready  and  inspiring  friendship. 

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As  a  preacher  of  the  Gospel  of  Jesus  Christ  and  a  citi- 
zen of  eminent  leadership  we  desire  to  record  our  sense  of 
great  loss  in  his  death  and  suggest  that  a  copy  of  this  minute 
be  spread  upon  our  minutes  and  sent  to  the  bereaved  family. 

OHIO  WESLEYAN  UNIVERSITY 

It  is  with  deep  sorrow  and  a  keen  sense  of  our  great  loss 
that  we  enter  upon  our  records  that  our  friend  and  co- 
worker, the  Rev.  Frank  W.  Gunsaulus,  D.D.,  LL.D.,  has 
passed  away.  Death  came  to  him  while  still  engaged  in  his 
abundant  labors  in  Chicago,  111.,  March  17,  1921. 

We  recognized  in  him  one  of  our  most  distinguished 
alumni.  The  University  was  proud  to  have  him  enrolled  as 
one  of  her  sons,  he  having  gone  out  with  the  class  of  1875. 
No  one  of  our  graduates  has  given  a  better  account  of  him- 
self. After  leaving  the  University  he  entered  the  profession 
of  the  ministry,  which  he  adorned  in  a  most  signal  way  by 
his  talent,  his  forceful  personality  and  his  moral  earnest- 
ness. He  advanced  rapidly  until  he  became  the  pastor  of 
one  of  the  most  influential  pulpits  in  America — Central 
Church,  Chicago,  a  position  which  he  held  with  great 
acceptability  for  many  years.  He  was  a  prophet  of  the 
Most  High;  and  many  thousands  heard  his  strong  appeals 
for  the  Christian  life,  for  moral  uprightness,  social  purity 
and  civic  righteousness.  The  influence  of  his  voice  and  pen 
was  felt  throughout  the  land. 

Dr.  Gunsaulus  was  also  a  great  educator.  As  the  Presi- 
dent of  Armour  Institute  of  Chicago,  which  he  built  up  from 
its  foundation,  he  came  in  contact  with  young  men  in  the 
period  of  their  intellectual  development  and  training  for 
their  life  work.  Minds  were  stimulated  by  the  freshness  of 
his  thought  and  his  fine  idealism.  The  great  influence 
for  good  exerted  by  him  in  the  field  of  education  during 
the  thirty  years  of  his  Presidency  can  not  be  estimated. 

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IN  MEMORTAM 


The  University  has  sent  out  no  finer  student  of  Htera- 
ture,  philosophy,  history  and  Fine  Art  than  he.  He  was  at 
home  with  hooks  and  in  tlie  great  art  galleries  and  nuiseunis. 
His  lectures  on  these  and  kindred  subjects  were  in  great 
demand.  He  was  a  critic  of  fine  discrimination.  His  great 
delight  was  to  have  others  share  with  him  the  pleasure  he 
derived  in  these  great  fields. 

We  record  with  very  high  appreciation  his  great  inter- 
est in  the  welfare  of  his  Alma  Mater.  His  contributions  of 
books  and  manuscripts  of  great  historic  or  intrinsic  worth 
are  among  the  most  prized  possessions  of  the  University.  His 
ever  increasing  interest  in  the  development  of  the  School  of 
Fine  Arts  can  not  be  forgotten.  Lyon  Art  Hall  contains  many 
evidences  of  his  fine  devotion  to  the  institution  and  its  needs. 
To  him  we  are  indebted  for  valuable  paintings,  etchings, 
prints  and  many  articles  of  fine  artistic  or  historical  value,  as 
well  as  for  annual  exhibitions  of  paintings  of  great  educa- 
tional and  cultural  value  to  the  school.  He  had  the  institution 
on  his  mind  and  heart  and  was  helping  to  plan  large  things 
for  the  future  when  his  call  came.  The  University  mourns 
the  loss  of  a  true  friend  and  one  of  its  most  noble  sons. 

To  the  family  and  friends  we  extend  our  most  sincere 
sympathy.  We  would  help  them  bear  their  great  sorrow. 
With  them  we  would  also  rejoice — rejoice  in  the  great  vic- 
tory of  his  life,  in  the  fine  service  he  has  rendered  humanity, 
in  the  abundant  entrance  he  has  had  into  the  spirit  world, 
to  prepare  men  for  which  he  devoted  his  life. 

PHI  KAPPA  SIGMA 

ALPHA   EPSILON   CHAPTER 

Whereas,  It  has  pleased  our  Almighty  Heavenly 
Father  to  take  from  our  midst  the  beloved  President  of  our 
Alma  Mater,  Armour  Institute  of  Technology,  Doctor 
Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus;  and 

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Whereas,  We  believe  that  we  as  individuals  have  lost 
our  most  interested  benefactor;  as  students  have  lost  our 
most  sincere  counselor;  as  members  of  this,  the  Alpha  Epsilon 
chapter  of  the  Phi  Kappa  Sigma  fraternity,  have  lost  our 
most  devoted  friend;  and 

Whereas,  Doctor  Gunsaulus  has  always  been  so  dear 
to  us  that  we  feel  his  departure  as  that  of  a  Brother;  there- 
fore be  it 

Resolved,  That  we,  the  members  of  this,  the  Alpha 
Epsilon  Chapter  of  the  Phi  Kappa  Sigma  fraternity,  extend 
our  deepest  and  most  sincere  sympathy  to  the  bereaved 
family.   And  be  it  further 

Resolved,  That  a  copy  of  these  resolutions  be  sent  to 
the  family  of  Doctor  Gunsaulus,  and  that  a  copy  be  spread 
on  the  minutes  of  this,  the  Alpha  Epsilon  chapter  of  the  Phi 
Kappa  Sigma  fraternity. 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CHICAGO 

THE    BOARD    OF   TRUSTEES 

Frank  Wakely  Gunsaulus  died  March  17,  1921.  He  was 
a  member  of  the  Faculty  of  the  University  of  Chicago  as 
Professorial  Lecturer  since  1912.  He  had  been  a  warm  friend 
of  the  University  from  its  foundation.  His  zealous  interest 
in  many  forms  of  artistic  and  intellectual  achievement  and 
his  spirit  of  unstinted  generosity  led  him  to  enrich  the 
University  collections  with  many  rare  books  and  maiiu- 
scripts  and  with  other  valuable  material  both  by  his  own 
gift  and  by  gifts  which  he  inspired.  He  also  gave  freely  of 
his  eloquence  to  kindle  the  imagination  and  inflame  the 
enthusiasm  of  the  University  community.  His  passing 
from  life  leaves  a  void  in  the  University  as  well  as  in  the 
city  at  large.  We  remember  him  with  affection  and  with 
high  honor. 

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IN  MEMORIAL 


THE  YOUNG  MEN'S  CHRISTIAN  ASSOCIATION  OF 

CHICAGO 

The  Committee  of  Managers  and  loOO  members  of  the 
Wabash  Avenue  Department  of  the  Young  Men's  Chris- 
tian Association  of  Chicago  in  their  regular  sessions  ex- 
pressed their  grief  over  the  sudden  demise  of  Dr.  Frank  W. 
Gunsauhis,  one  of  Cliicago's  most  faithful  sons. 

The  lifework  of  Dr.  Gunsaulus  is  well  known  to  us  all. 
As  a  citizen  who  sought  to  do  justly,  loved  mercy  and  en- 
deavored to  walk  humbly  with  God,  he  had  no  peers.  All 
men  were  treated  alike  by  him,  and  he  was  ready  to  serve 
them  in  the  name  of  Christ,  and  for  the  sake  of  a  higher 
civilization.  For  these  traits  we  admired  him,  and  now  do 
revere  his  memory. 

Therefore,  Be  It  Resolved  :  That  our  profound  condo- 
lence be  extended  the  bereaved  family,  accompanied  by  a 
copy  of  these  resolutions. 

Be  It  Further  Resolved:  That  a  copy  of  these  resolu- 
tions be  placed  in  the  files  of  this  Association  to  the  per- 
petual memory  of  our  deceased  friend  and  benefactor. 

"Sleep  on,  beloved,  sleep,  and  take  thy  rest; 
Lay  down  thy  head  upon  thy  Saviour's  breast; 
We  love  thee  well,  but  Jesus  loves  thee  best — 
Good  night!   Good  night!   Good  night! 

"Only  'Good  night'  beloved — not  'farewell'; 
A  little  while,  and  all  His  saints  shall  dwell 
In  hallowed  union  indivisible — 
Good  night!   Good  night!   Good  night! 

"Until  we  meet  again  before  His  throne, 
Clothed  in  the  spotless  robes  He  gives  His  own 
Until  we  know  even  as  we  are  known — 
Goodnight!   Goodnight!    Goodnight!" 


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O,  Life  was  rich  and  very  sweet  to  me 
In  spite  of  sorrows,  disappointment,  tears 
And  bitter  loss  that  comes  within  the  years 
Along  Life's  pathway;  and  reluctantly 
My  soul  took  flight.    The  summons  came 
While  other  earth-born  toilers  worked  with  me ; 
And  from  the  midst  of  things,  triumphantly, 
My  soul  was  lifted  up.   Death  is  the  name 
Men  call  my  passing  from  that  earthly  life 
Which  I  had  loved,  for  what  it  meant  to  me, 
To  follow  Christ,  to  help  men  in  their  strife, 
To  win  a  soul  exulting  to  be  free. 
But  now,  I  Live.    So  do  not  weep  for  me, 
But  glory  in  Life's  Immortality. 

Beatrice  Gunsaulus  Merriman. 


R.  R.  DONNELLEY  A  SONS  CO. ,  CHICAGO 


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